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I don't know why I'm up, it was one of those times where you get woken up because you're thirsty, and you toss and turn trying to forget about it but you can't, and have to get up and have a drink of anything, something. So I do and I'm leaning against the doorway of the ensuite, staring across the room at this woman who's stretched out beside my missing silhouette, entranced by the moonlight that's slicing across her back through the half-open shades. there's more ink than skin but at the same time there's only small pieces of pattern visible on her shoulder blade as the rest blends in with the darkness where the moonlight can't reach.
It's too hot to sleep covered in anyway besides our own limbs, the sheet ends up tangled between legs and amongst feet near the end of the bed, every window in the room open, encouraging any cool breeze that might exist to make its way up and over our bodies, some sense of relief in any way that's possible. We can't seem to keep away from one another so any sort of relief beyond setting the fire sprinklers off is welcome. I did drag her through the sprinklers in a park we were passing the other day; she shrieked at me and laughed as we got drenched by the high-powered sprays, the very cold water a sharp (but welcome) contrast against the fiery July heat.
We've been living off of fruit and vegetables, anything we can find at Farmer's markets or produce stands because I'm too lazy to cook anything. The heat of the oven is more than I can bear to deal with, and there's really nothing more refreshing than produce that was on a plant in a field yesterday or the day before. She's probably just rubbing off on me in a big way but if I had to be perfectly honest, I'd tell you I really don't mind in the least. There's something about this girl that leaves me wanting more and more, something that keeps my interest piqued constantly. I love every part of her and every minute of this.
hold on to what you know you've got
the world will turn if you're ready or not.
It's too hot to sleep covered in anyway besides our own limbs, the sheet ends up tangled between legs and amongst feet near the end of the bed, every window in the room open, encouraging any cool breeze that might exist to make its way up and over our bodies, some sense of relief in any way that's possible. We can't seem to keep away from one another so any sort of relief beyond setting the fire sprinklers off is welcome. I did drag her through the sprinklers in a park we were passing the other day; she shrieked at me and laughed as we got drenched by the high-powered sprays, the very cold water a sharp (but welcome) contrast against the fiery July heat.
We've been living off of fruit and vegetables, anything we can find at Farmer's markets or produce stands because I'm too lazy to cook anything. The heat of the oven is more than I can bear to deal with, and there's really nothing more refreshing than produce that was on a plant in a field yesterday or the day before. She's probably just rubbing off on me in a big way but if I had to be perfectly honest, I'd tell you I really don't mind in the least. There's something about this girl that leaves me wanting more and more, something that keeps my interest piqued constantly. I love every part of her and every minute of this.
hold on to what you know you've got
the world will turn if you're ready or not.