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.
