I couldn't sleep with her next to me. Rigor mortis set in long ago, and her arms tented the blankets, letting far too much cold air underneath for me to ever get comfortable.

Move the body? I couldn't. Decay bound the corpse to the mattress, and removal would ruin the fine bedding.

I loved that mattress.

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