

Morning. I'm in an oversized sweatshirt, no makeup, with wet hair and a slight laziness in my body. It's chilly outside the window, but inside it's still warm from sleep and the thoughts from the night before. I put on some music, something between EDM and favorite old tracks. Sipping my citrus tea and going over in my head who I'd want around me right now πAt times like this, I'm always a little more gentle, but with a fire inside. I want someone to kiss my neck, run their hand down my leg, say something rude but sincere. Because I can be nice, but you know it's just a shell πAnd how would you rather wake me up: slowly, touching every part of my body... or abruptly, so I don't even have time to open my eyes? π