Foot

A foot.

A connection.

That touch. Lingering and heart felt. As darkness envelopes the room. Some senses dulled. Others heightened.

It is at that moment when I reach out. Not with hands or words, but with a foot. To form a bond. To link our bodies.

On Monday night it wasn’t there. Last night it went missing as well. The wind down – the reboot – the ability to close off from the world and ready for sleep, was interrupted by the void. The space where your foot should be.

Sure there are other body parts that electrify thoughts as the bedroom door shuts, but when it is not there – the foot is what I truly miss.

So I laid in bed till beyond the witching hour, hoping the foot would come back soon.

Hoping sleep would take hold without it.

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