We were on an outing
It was chilly
We were sleeping
Under the same blanket

Your foot provided warmth
To my foot, to be exact
I didn't move after that
You didn't too and I was glad

You were extra touchy that day
Have you always been this way?
Yeah, I think, back during college days
Overthinking about this really isn't okay

I should really stop thinking
Of possibilities
Yep, it's just because of the recency
There's just no meaning to it

So let's stop remembering
The warmth of our touching skin
'Cause even the sandcastle we built
Was already eaten by the angry waves