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That night, the house lay still. Ana shifted under the cool cotton sheets, her hand brushing the space beside her where warmth used to be. Faint footsteps drifted from the hallway—measured, rhythmic. Joe was pacing again. #WIPSnips

I got a whole bed bonanza over here. #WIP #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts #ModernFantasy #UrbanFantasy #booksky #authorsky #workinprogress

#WIPSnips #Bed "I can sleep on the couch in your office." "You're six two." "So. You sleep on it sometimes. I've seen you." "I'm five seven." "You're that short?" "Fine, sleep on the couch. I don't care. I'll get you some sheets and a pillow." "Thanks. I guess women like short guys." "They do."

The scene is too intimate to intrude. Michael lingers, choosing to observe before making his presence known. A woman with tired eyes and a lined face sits by the bed, her hand covering that of a man whose head is wrapped in white bandages, gray wisps protruding in uneven tufts. #thedictographcase

Most of my beds ending up being the end of words like "grabbed" but I figured this would do. If anything this challenge has made me go "yikes, need to edit that!"

A different type of bed, from my YA WIP

“I want to know what you did to her.” “I didn’t do anything to her. That she didn’t consent to. We went back to my place and did what people do. Then we went to bed. When I woke up, she was gone.” In one sense at least. “I don’t see what these gals see in you.” “And guys too, don’t forget.”