My lips are pressed up against nothing besides my own pillow case. I can think of five different things I’d rather be doing with my arms and probably six things my lips would be better at- all involving you. My brain is swollen and heavy. If you were to ring my brain out like a sponge, I think that there would be puddles and puddles of you. I also think that if you were to fall asleep with me and let me hold you all night, you wouldn’t want the sun to rise. And that’s a lot to desire- don’t you think? Because the sun rising is one of the most beautiful things. But, you know what? Your back pressed up against me. With my arm around your waist- or even better, wrapped tightly around your ribcage.. perhaps finding your hand somewhere on the other side. And my lips softly placed on the back of your neck could quite possibly be equally as beautiful.