“I thought about my Willa, about her blind-smiling at me from the hospital bed where she laid and where she died a few hours later, thought about the girl my Willa was in the picture she’d shown me, smiling out… — Robin Martin Copy Share Image
All I can think about is bed.” “We’re sharing the same thought.” “You’re thinking about bed too?” “I’m thinking about YOU in MY bed. — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
