Chocolate Milk

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Here I sit with a glass of chocolate milk. Wearing a big tee shirt and underwear. Under a large comforter with my heater on high watching old reruns of Supernatural. I think I should clean up my room or unpack my suitcase from New York. I'm not going to though. I'm going to put it off until the last minute. I'm in my most natural habitat. Doing what I do when I want to relax. I let my hair go wild and cascade down my back with smudged make up and a tired face. I want to see you in your natural habitat. I don't think it's the same as mine because we're two different people. I want to see you when you're completely at peace with yourself and you don't care what you look like. You're just happy and content with your surroundings and the way it feels. I want to see you, natural, loose, beautiful.

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