sunk inside our blankets. sprawled across the bed. we were dreaming.
This time last year you were feeling that unexplainable rush that makes your heart feel as if it had skipped a beat. your words fumble. your face hurts from smiling. the time spent becomes so perfect. everything else becomes mundane. you are so scared that you will fall into the background noise, make a mistake, loose what seems like everything you ever wanted and could be.