"highly perishable: keep refrigerated"

do you realize how wonderful those days were when we photosynthesized all the sunlight and soaked your bedsheets with it? you paralyzed me, chained me to the mattress with smiles until my dimples cramped. goddammit, how I want that. I want the brightness pouring through your window to lock me in your arms again. but all I have are these bars, these fucking blinds that don't work and wake me too early, only to find that you're in some other dimension I can't reach from the gold coast.

my thighs fell asleep once under the weight of your head in my lap. every time any part of me sleeps now, whether it be a foot or an arm, it's of you it dreams.