Comments about B.Ryan Baker
The Loving Lie
We turn off the tv, the dvd player, as well as the lights.
Getting up off the couch, I follow her into the bedroom.
Seeing the queen sized bed and box spring, I’m grateful to no longer be sleeping on an inflatable camping mattress.
She’s already in her pajamas and I strip down to my t-shirt and boxers.
I climb on the bed and she’s already under the covers, lifting them up, inviting me in.
I get under the comforter, but on top of the sheet.
She laughs and helps me rearrange the sheet so I can get under it.
I can’t help but smile, too.
She scoots closer ...