without you.  i realize how spoiled ive become when im alone in a bed too big for just myself.  there is no red pillow here, im not sleeping beneath 4 blankets or up against a warm body.  there are four pillows here, two on my side. one purple make up stained blanket and nothing to hold me.

i want to fall into you, gracefully like the petals off the flowers you wish upon.  dancing around in the air before landing right on top of your skin.  i want to run my fingers across your chest and trace out lines across your back.  i want to feel your hands on my neck, in my hair.

i want to hold your hands when im sleeping, wake up a couple hours later in the same exact position, i am safe when i am with you, i am sound and taken care of and enveloped and comfortable.  i am soft and fragile and youre the only person who has ever made me feel that way.

i want to feel you tonight, but reality is back and the dream world i was living in had to go.  i need another 72 uninterrupted hours with you.  i need way too much time in your bed.  i want to feel every inch of your body feeling every inch of mine.