Goddamn I miss dreaming about your skin. I used to think about it way too much. In sleep I watched it's soft shine as you breathe slowly.. The feeling of the curves and lines and ridges softly caressed under my fingertips, and against my face. It was so much more than enough for me.. Brief as those moments were, I was so happy.
Now it seems I dream only of killing bigots and fighting with people I love. Surprised I've slept at all this last couple days, all things considered.
Or.. Have I..? Fuck.. I haven't.