Sex and Teddy Bears
He lies here next to me, hogging the sheets, leaving me in a damp chill. The streaks of sunlight barely coming through my purple curtains grotesquely highlight his doughy physique; a lavender mess. A few hours ago I found the pudginess of the extra cushion absolutely adorable, almost like an oversized teddy bear you win from a carnival. A few hours ago I was squeezing him just like I used to squeeze my Kindergarten teddy. Now this idea of squeezing the extra bulge seems repulsive, making me question the love I had for any teddy bear.