Writing Week 7

Descending sheet droops over her sturdy partner.  The smell of fresh sheet perfume sneakily drifts up my petite nose.  Dangerously unaware of my head's extreme proximity of the table.  Light swiftly sifts through the thin white sheet.  Blinding my poignant eye's. Her shriveled material wrinkles, scrunches into a ball when hitting the old smelly floor. They work together to make a bulky hut. His strong shiny sparkly metal bars rub against her soft figure.  Her delicate surface wobbles and dances.  Her soft silky skin laid against his hard frozen chest.