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all i want is to wake up one morning with the sun in my eyes, in a room that i don't recognize at all, in a bed that's far too small. i want to see nothing but tangled sheets and tangled flesh and hairs and fingers and legs intertwined. and i want you, laying on my chest, to look up at me confusedly before drifting back into slumber's grasp.
want want want.
want want want.