i burrowed into my bed vowing i'd never leave emersed in the warmth of my comforter. it felt familiar, somehow
i stared at the TV the ominous glow of the electronic light tattooing its images to the backs of my eyeballs. it burned, but in an oddly comforting way.
my head sank back into the fluffy pillows that caressed my hair. their touch felt intimate.
my eyelids drooped. it was happening. i was falling asleep. finally.
my phone bings, a text, focing my eyes awake preventing me from falling into my dreams.
my hand reaches for it my fingertips caress the cold glass screen i take one look and then suddenly nothing's comfortable anymore.
"Vic I made a mistake breaking things off"
my comforter is smothering me, the TV is burning holes in my retinas, the pillows are rock hard.
because on june 25 at 9:34pm i realized nothing beats your touch.