Eleven Eleven

Written by Jacob Ibrag

Head rested on the pillow,

he stares at the ceiling. Hands to the

side of his body,  grabbing a handful of

the newly washed sheets. The bathroom

faucet stops running, he could hear her

carefully placed footsteps. Door opens

and she’s biting her lower lip,  ‘eleven

eleven, make a wish.’ She’s been

it, she all he’s ever needed.

Photographer Unknown