Permanence

One sandy couch worn with elbow indents; two stained mugs forgotten on the dusty, glass coffee table; three potted plants besides the windowsill, draped in sheer, tan curtains.

It was home to four, and she was the fifth, a guest.

No matter. Home was in his six feet being. Infinity, was in his arms.

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