That leftover warmth on
disordered bedclothes;
the leftover smell
of sleep.
Tumbling through
crushing darkness;
stumbling over silent
exploding lights.
The reek
of sterile sunlight;
frosted windows
so ***** that they're clean.
Mar 7, 2015
Mar 7, 2015 at 6:41 PM UTC
That leftover warmth on
disordered bedclothes;
the leftover smell
of sleep.
Tumbling through
crushing darkness;
stumbling over silent
exploding lights.
The reek
of sterile sunlight;
frosted windows
so ***** that they're clean.
