Alisha Sukhra

A Final Resting Place

I sat on the edge of the bare mattress, feeling the friction of its scratchy surface tug ever so slightly on the fabric of my dress. This bed is where I first made love to my first and only love. On this bed, we laughed and sang, whispered and caressed, jumped and cried. It was the last piece of furniture that would be taken from our home, our sanctuary. We once stayed awake with our bodies entangled as we marveled at the hues of the sunrise, and spoke of this bed with its four posts and canopy as the center of our home and of our love. But now, it would be just a culmination of our memories – the last of which is an image of me, clinging to him, resting my head atop his chest as it fell for the last time.