The Stay

I gave you a piece of me, with little hesitation, only to satisfy my character's perception of a wait...subconsciously knowing you'd wait no time...I had to follow protocol tho, right? At least the 9-5 human believed so and who would want to jeopardize a tailored reputation? Hemmed up by the finest lectures and creased with legendary alumni. I left all of that there tho. All of that...mostly the fear behind his non-refundable reservation to vacate deformed and weighed down comfort...Not caring about any other occupants, simply the stay. Sim-ply-the-stay, the stay of frayed ends...yet an end frayed by the heat she felt when her comfort took a seat next to what was presented to be free, over and over again. Pushed over and over again, building pieces into parts, setting apart the differences in each person that lays there to stay...stays until it's sunny and blame dissipates...aware that it never will, so dreams just pray until reality visits one day...reproofing what reality had written in fine print that very first day.