Sleeping Alone

100 words :: Jude Law/Ewan McGregor :: 10/13/04
It’s hard to fall asleep; he’s still not used to the bed feeling so empty.


The bed doesn’t smell like him anymore. It smells like clean sheets, and that’s only natural since they’ve just been washed, but suddenly Ewan wishes he hadn’t. Maybe he could have pretended a little longer.

It’s hard to fall asleep; he’s still not used to the bed feeling so empty. He curls up on one side, no desire to sprawl out in the middle. This way he can pretend a little bit, too.

Hours later, he’s still not asleep and the sun’s peeking through the blinds. His jaw is clenched, hands balled up. It’s not working. Not working at all.