Our legs tangled together as we woke up with the morning sunlight soaking into our skin. I lay there, taking you in. Staying quiet, put paying attention to your body. How you move in the morning… in the sunlight. We lay quiet for a little while, listening to the morning outside the open window. The cool air blows across our skin. I roll over and you hold me close. I feel safe in your arms. I feel safe by your side. I like waking up next to you.
I am the designer of my own catastrophy. � ca·tas·tro·phe -an event causing great and often sudden damage or suffering; a disaster. (All that work & spelled it wrong, guess that's how you design it�;) -Eu sou o criador da minha própria catástrofe.