the morning after (no. 5)

it seems impossible,
without you

but here I am,
a fragile possibility.
though blinded,
I clutch the light

A College Story

It was raining, the next morning. My eyes blinked open, brushing off leftover mascara. I tried to wipe off my inevitable raccoon eyes, when I realized my arm was tied down by his. So I left it, because I wasn’t ready for him to wake up yet.

His window was open and it was raining. But I couldn’t feel the rain, only the cold. It was kind of nice, because the body heat on my skin was getting a little too warm. It was still technically summer, after all.

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