Eight. 9. Try 10. Maybe eleven. No. 12:30 pm? I guess. The bed below me vanishes. 

Life, ha. Oh, life. I didn’t know you had it in you. To create company so poor. So contradicting. Soul devouring;

                          limbs for dessert?

To let me drown in the company of another. To invert my innards, remove my senses, and spin me around.

Ready, set, go.

Down I go.

I haven't been happy in a while
but today I felt the sun hug my skin so closely
and that was enough to make today worth a little something