dissonantdays: I open my eyes to the smell of morning skin. The soft touch of your hair. Your breath I breathe in. The reality chases and catches up on actual alertness. I'm awake... a daydream... alone. Silence.

dissonantdays: I open my eyes to the smell of morning skin. The soft touch of your hair. Your breath I breathe in. The reality chases and catches up on actual alertness. I'm awake... a daydream... alone. Silence.

tags: Make It Feel Good,

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