2002-09-25 || 8:20 a.m.

|| and when i would dream you were my sleeping shadow. ||

we were talking about how funny it is to live with someone you're in love with, to sleep with them every night, to get to the point where their bodies are almost your own. dreaming of siamese twins and conjoined organs as they sleep beside you, threading their hands through sheets and blanket to find your own.

when we lived together he could never sleep. i could. late at night we lay together and his body would try to keep mine awake. my body would fall asleep, a useless dreaming appendage. he would tell me how heavy i'd get, how it was impossible to move me once i reached that magical stage he could never quite get to, how he could yell and kick and shove and it was all no use. so he'd have to lie around me, weaving his legs and arms through mine, legs legs arms arms ribcage ribcage heart heart lub dub lub dub lub dub.

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