When she whispers my name, my heart leaps but, I cannot go to her. I must not. It’d be wrong. But relentlessly she beckons me and I give into temptation. I’m only a man.
As my head hits the pillow, I sigh, “Oh Sleep, at long last I’m yours.”
Word Count: 49
Shailaja at The Moving Quill has an interesting monthly challenge running. Every month, she intends to put up a prompt; a word or phrase or photograph and using one, both or all, you’ve to write a post that is between 15 and 50 words. Brilliant right? Go ahead, give it a go and for more details, click the link below.
Also, you can read the other great entries here.