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memories, ghosts, dreams 87 Memory Foam Pat Parnell It seems like forever since you’ve slept in our bed, but our mattress remembers. It saves your place, a long, narrow trench. Like a grave. I’m solitaire, as the song says, “sleeping single in a double bed.” But our mattress persists: cohabitation. It raises a ridge of firm foam between your side and mine, won’t let me sleep in the middle. I keep sliding in my sleep sliding down my side of the ridge sliding back into the hollow shaped for me so many memories ago. Sometimes I wake in the dark, know the weight of you next to me in your own space beyond the ridge. I feel your warmth, breathe your scent… then I remember. ...

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