Did I forget to tell you about the ghosts in my head? Tonight they found their way into our shared bed.

Let’s hide between the sheets, evading hushed confessions. They whisper of hooligan romps, barefoot shenanigans, and broken-hearted flaunts.

They remind me of me, before you saved my tangled soul.

Sarah Scott writes, works and lives in Canada and hence her hands are usually cold. She warms them by cuddling her husband, holding her children and petting her dog.