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i hate to sleep alone now. it's different from before. now i brave the cold each night to keep my fan on, to feel the constant motion of the air over my skin. i choose to freeze over the abject stillness of my room in the dark.
he watches cartoons with me because he doesn't mind, he says. he says i cuddle with him when i'm sleeping and it hurts. "because you won't do it when you're awake," he says. and i still keep the fan on.
he watches cartoons with me because he doesn't mind, he says. he says i cuddle with him when i'm sleeping and it hurts. "because you won't do it when you're awake," he says. and i still keep the fan on.