It happened at dawn

Soft, gentle sun peeking through the window

Casting its golden embrace across the bed

Across the scene of two gnarled hands around my neck

My own and no one else's

Grasping, squeezing, nails digging into skin

Did you know this story is from Royal Road? Read the official version for free and support the author.

Rough stony palms scouring the skin of my throat

We fight silently

Disturbing nothing and no one

Exchanging gentle kisses like mortars

A peaceful, pleasant struggle

Backlit in ethereal glow

I win, of course

No matter what, I always win