i’m in college and i have no fuckin idea how zippers work.
tender lips tracing my right shoulder cause my eyes to dreamily peel open and let in white sunlight that is swimming through my blinds. i’m wrapped in familiar and muscular arms, smelling of a fresh sky; a slate that was wiped clear and replaced by the scent of your skin. clouds of last night’s smoke and slumber linger through the room, saturated in and around my head. groggy, but secure. in fact, i’ve never felt such security, stability. you’re bathing in stripes of shade and i hope you’ll share with me the shadows who bend with the contours of your face. i know you will. complete and utter bliss.