i finally got back home late last night, and no surprise, i passed out the second my head hit the pillow. this morning, you tried your absolute hardest to let me sleep in as late as possible. but there’s always that moment when patience runs out and you just want to be close. your hands roam over my skin, fingers dancing through my hair in a bid to gently rouse me from sleep. when all that fails, you end up crawling on top of me, hoping that somehow you’ll be able to get me to open my eyes and face the day. you’re lucky you’re you, because no one else could wake me up like this.
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