my over active imagination

It always starts in the dark

Once again you haunt my thoughts. I'm laying in bed the blankets covering my naked back. Your fingers lazily trace patterns of freckles, sending goosebumps down my spine. My muscles release the tension, and I start to drift asleep.
It seems no matter where I go, you make your way into my mind. My dreams are the worst part. Instead of inpossible wishes, it's filled with moments that feel familiar. Sitting with our friends and inching closer and closer. The shock of that first innocent touch, the brushing of hands, knees touching, laughing so hard I lean into your arms. The comfort of your essence. I trust you, and that will be my downfall.