I skipped class today to take a nap. I let my body sink into this stupid, springy mattress and closed my eyes. I think of sleep, and then I think of you. I imagine how your lips might feel against mine. I imagine how the tickle of your beard might feel against my cheek. I think about your lips kissing my chin, and then my neck, and then my collar bone. I imagine how it might feel to have the touch of your fingers burn holes in my skin. I think about your breath at the nape of my neck as you wrap your arms around me and hold me tight. I imagine how it might feel to tangle my legs with yours and get lost in these sheets. I imagine how you might look at me. I imagine it might be much like the way you look at her.
I didn’t take a nap today. But that’s okay.