when you're tucked in snug among mounds and mounds of softness
in a room so cold your fingers turn purple as you type
to the great great music circling your sphere
wrapping up a great conversation with an amazing friend
as warm drowsiness creeps up to your eyelids
and you have a mad desire to stretch and purr
and yawn
then you sneeze
and hiccupped
at the same time
laughing between your hiccups
you realize
you want someone to share this with
and you realize
you don't have anyone
but yourself
3 comments:
there's something called a handphone.
i know i know its not the same but heyyy .
but heyyy, what would you do if your friend wakes you in the middle of your sleep just to tell you something mindless?
so yeah.
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