My feet hurt, and I wish this bed was cramped with your warmth. Your smile and bare shoulders, like little mountains. My hands, they'd be soft and tired. Me and you, we could tame lions. We could chase tornadoes and slay dragons, Conquer France. Or sleep, we could just sleep. And when the dreams swept us away, our bodies a tangled mess. The pictures on my walls would come alive, the stars would crawl through my window and dance because that's all they could do in our presence. Were that beautiful, together, me and you.
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