Literature
I am your idiot
I wake up early, like always. The room is a dark haze of deep blue; it looks so cold when it is like this... But so calm, crystal and clear. I have always wanted to share this with him.... But it was also four AM.... I would not be that cruel. Not now. So I will do what I always do, lay there as the sun started to work its way to the top of the sky. You always have yourself clung so tightly to me when we sleep, it's nice to feel so wanted once in awhile... I do not ever tell you how much I love it, I am sure you would stop if I did.
Just hearing your voice so gentle as you sleep makes it hard to keep a straight face. Your delicate brea