Of Course, You’d Warm Up Faster If

I Always Needed That Extra Fantasy World. I Had To Have Another World I Could Be In At The Same Time.

I Stared Into Her Eyes, Wide Under The Thick Fringe Of Lashes, And Yearned For Sleep. Not For Oblivion, As I Had Before, Not To Escape Boredom, But Because I Wanted To *dream*. Maybe, If I Could Be Unconscious, If I Could Dream, I Could Live For A Few Hours In A World Where She And I Could Be Together. She Dreamed Of Me. I Wanted To Dream Of Her.

Next Time You Want To Hit Me Hit Me With A Baseball Bat Or A Crowbar!

Darkness Is So Predictable.

You Aren't Exactly The Best Judge Of What Is Or Isn't Dangerous.