If he could sleep on it.
He would make his bed with white sheets
And disappear into the white,
Like a man diving,
If he could be certain
That the light
Would not keep him awake,
The light that reaches
To the bottom.
~ Donald Justice
For my February Photofest 2019 I am taking a trip down memory lane…
I vividly remember the night this image was taken. For the first time ever Master T and I spent a night in a hotel, back in 2012, the night before my birthday. We woke up in this glorious bed with beautiful white sheets of Egyptian cotton. It was so soft; a pure luxury, and of course more than just sleep happened back then. We stayed in the same room a couple of times more, but no other night was ever as special as that first night together in a hotel.
My birthday present that year — other than the hotel it is? When we came home on the afternoon of my birthday, I registered this domain, and never looked back.
© Rebel’s Notes
This image was chosen as one of Molly’s top 5 for the prompt week:
I find this image absolutely captivating, the pop of her beautiful auburn hair and the red nails in a sea of white draws me into the image and I like how there is just enough definition around the edge of Rebel so that you can make out her curves and pretty bottom.