simulacrum of life

he had not stepped into the room for what seemed like a long time. as he looked at the tousled bedsheet and the blanket bunched up in a corner, the memories started seeping into his consciousness. as he gently sat down on the corner of the bed, his eyes started to glaze over. as he lifted the blanket to his face, the potpourri of scents assaulted his olfactory memory in a surge, and he was taken back to that day when he shared the bed with her...

the two of them dancing to a slow jazz track, as the rain poured outside. as the drumming of the rain grew louder and steadier, the beat of their hearts slowed to one constant beat. were they one or were they two? as their pathway across the room approached the bed, they gently fell into the bed, him on top of her, with his hand behind her head and his mouth covering hers...

hours later, the floor littered with their clothes, the scent of their lovemaking hung heavily in the air. they lay on the bed, cuddling, bodies intertwined. their minutes ago, furiously racing hearts slowing down together as they sighed with contentment.

as their heartbeats slowed, and it got colder, they hugged each other tighter and pulled the blanket up to cover themselves and slipped into blissful sleep