Just to let anyone who might be reading this know, the -0- is standing in for linebreaks. Formatting for some reason hates me, and never lets me do things normally.

One day, I will not be a slave to random as fuck formatting-for-linebreaks. But today, sadly, is not that day. Ah well. Try not to let it detract from the... everything. XD

Last night I fell asleep with your weight on my waist.

I was talking to you, simultaneously counting ceiling dots like stars.

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My bed is lofted, and sometimes I punch the roof when I stretch.

I thought about that fact while I talked and counted,

and whispered it between this or that relevant phrase.

And slipping it in, I realized I don't talk about anything important.

But you listen anyway, your arm heavy on my stomach

like it's the only thing keeping me from floating up into the universe

of my dorm ceiling.

And it probably is.

If nothing else could hold me to the world,

it would be this-

your heat on my skin,

the way the room shifts with the breathy laugh you release staccato

when I lose track of my sentence and start to drift.

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There is nothing to the ceiling but dots,

but you told me where worlds would rest on it anyway,

guiding me the last few steps to sleep.

The last word I heard was Jotunheim.

My dreams were crystal blue.

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You were gone this morning,

the only evidence of you: the chill that had sunk through my skin during the night.

And I wanted to tell someone what it felt like

to be loved so deeply that the leftovers settle into the creases of your bones.

But there was nothing good enough to say.

So I just laid a while longer, tracing the skin where your arm had been.