On The Edge Of The Bed

On The Edge Of The Bed

On the edge of the table

Trapped on the end of the couch you watch as my sole slowly descends

On the edge, on his face

The room was dark and quiet, the only sound coming from the ticking

The sun was setting, and the air was filled with the sweet smell

The sun was setting, and the room was bathed in a warm orange

The sun was setting, and the room was filled with a soft orange

The room was dark and quiet, the only sound being the soft music

The sun was setting, casting a warm orange glow over the room.

The sun was setting and the room was bathed in a warm orange