Day light gently tugs me while I sleep and I curl myself a little tighter, hanging off the hems of a dream. It’s only been three hours since my lids gave up on me, but I feel her rising and flirting against my skin, warm kisses on my wrists and fingertips. She’s banished the shadows in my room and conjured a melody of birds by my window. She whispers promises in my ear and I pull my covers over my head and sink into an artificial night.
Leave me here.
