Between the Sheets and the Screen

Revealing the profound ache of human connection amidst the stillness of his empty room.

The ceiling fan hummed softly, its blades slicing through the thick stillness of the room.

Sheets tangled at the foot of the bed, a testament to the night’s restless tossing. His hand drifted absently to the space beside him—cool, empty, the impression of a body long absent. The cotton felt weightless beneath his fingers, but its hollowness lingered hea…