It's late in this Sunday morning, sleeping in. Chilly, but I don't feel cold with so many warm bodies. I had a dream so intense, of love at the edge of life, where everything was yellow, and I wake up, still reeling from it.
I need to get up, for the hudredth time, to make a trip to the bathroom, but it feels so good here, so warm. And then I feel it, like the fluttering tails of some brightly coloured fish, bubbles exploding inside of me. My boy, my prince of some mermaid tale I loved as a child, telling me to fucking get up now or else...
I love you, even if you are so annoying.
