Crawling under your blanket, I feel your heat against my skin. I close my eyes and feel your breath on me. And while one part of me wants to say ‘don’t breathe on me’, the other feels safe and home.
Crawling under your blanket, I feel your heat against my skin. I close my eyes and feel your breath on me. And while one part of me wants to say ‘don’t breathe on me’, the other feels safe and home.
reflections of an unquiet mind 