Disappearing

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…

White bed sheets
Disappearing into white, into the light…

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

21 thoughts on “Disappearing

  1. Exquisite image, and beautiful memories Rebel. I love your hair cascading down onto the whiteness of your body and the sheets. Thank you for sharing. xx Indie

  2. This is a stunning image, Marie. You should get framed. It is perfection. I’m glad you have this image to remind you of such a special time.

  3. This is SUCH a great photo! Your skin does indeed melt into the white sheets like a chameleon. It reminds me of album art circa the early-mid nineties.

  4. The image is striking and lovely. And your note … about registering the domain the next day … really touching. It must have been a special time in your life. ?

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