I could not believe my luck when I ran into Bret on the stairs while moving into my new apartment. Maneuvering the full size mattress from my pickup into the building had taken far too long and the narrow stairwell made me want to cry defeated. Then Bret bounded down the steps on his way out and voluntarily stopped to help. Between the two of us we managed to drag the dead weight up two flights. Delights of delights, I find out he has the door across from mine. Together we have the top floor alone.
After getting the box spring up and tipping the mattress we had left leaning against the wall on top, Bret collapsed on the makeshift bed. “Please tell me the frame is lighter.”
I shake my head. “Don’t have a frame. In fact, that is pretty much it except for the bag of clothes in my front seat and about two dishes.” I find myself focusing on his abs and try to drag my eyes upwards to his kind face, but instead they drift down . He shouldn’t look so right on my bed.
(189 words – originally appearing at Sunday Fun on Breathless Press 10/21/12 – The original photo of a hunky guy on a bare mattress on the floor was of unknown copyright so did not put on my site – published on old blog 11/11/2012; republished in new blog format on 2/12/2017)