Ken

Under extreme duress, the mattress springs squealed. Bare feet riding the sine wave. Bodies in up-down motion, in peals of rapture. Urgent collision of man and woman and then a separation. Beddings tugged from corners pool around their feet, covers thrown overboard without a care. Sweat.

Exhausted, Michelle fell face down on the softness of the springs. Her eyes fell on the label, an incongruity in the sea spray blue of the mattress, half exposed hiding like a tease behind the sheets. She pulls away the pink floral print and traces the border of the label. Rigid stitches embossing a hide-and-seek pattern.

She reads the black and white. "Not to be Removed Under Penalty of Law."

“Isn’t it strange”, Michelle remarks wistfully while making snipping motions at the label, “That even on woman and mans lovebed, the government seeks to place impositions?”

“Irunno”, the syllables roll off Marik’s tongue as a singularity. Sweat beads crown his forehead as he stood above Michelle.

“I figure there are things that are beyond our ken and anyway, its more fun to just keep jumping on the bed rather than worry about useless questions”. He leaps up and hits the mattress with his feet on full force.

The springs squeak again.