Sleeping to dream.
The chilly dawn breeze against my bare legs stirred me from sleep. I fumbled to check that I hadn't snoozed my alarm, reached down blindly to pull the comforter up to my chin, then slipped easily back to slumber.
The boisterous chatter of a crowded lounge. The muted silence that sets in when every cell in your body is immensely aware and anticipating. The apprehensive whisper of fingertips through the delicate partition against my face steady into a roaming caress. The roaring pounding of my heart in my chest.
Too weird! I've spent the entire day feeling like I've got my head in my clouds. Warped. Seriously, seriously warped. Seriousleigh.
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