Conversations From Afar

sleep / 81

I don't remember falling asleep, or being carried to bed. I certainly don't remember being changed into my favourite sleep shirt. I feel emotionally drained in an oddly satisfying way; like a bared my heart completely, but then he put it back in my chest and kissed the skin to make it better.

His bedroom is bright, the tall curtain-less windows letting in all of the morning sunshine. He's lying on his stomach at my side, one arm around his head the other I think trailing on the floor. I touch his back lightly; his skin warm and velvety against my fingertips.

Something suddenly pounces on my feet, on top of the comforter, and Klose meows irritably.

"Shh," I hiss, and it looks like he narrows his eyes at me. He advances on Cam like he'll wake him too; I pick him up instead and cradle the dissonant cat to my chest. "What do you need?"

He mrows and looks at me with pleading, intelligent eyes. Cam has always had 'conversations' with him but I don't speak cat.

"Hungry? Food?"Mroww. "Okay, come on."

I carry him to the kitchen and find a can of wet food in the fridge. He perches on top of it and purrs as I look around for the can opener.

He flicks his tail at me good naturedly as a spoon a large helping into his bowl and lean against the counter to watch him eat it. The stove clock reads 8:00, normally I would just be lying in bed and trying to get up the urge to get out and face the day.

"I swear, every time we sleep together I wake up and you're gone somewhere." Cam is leaning against the doorway of the bedroom, very much the lean sinewy guy/boy/man/male I remember. I like that his arms aren't so big I feel like they could crush me; I like the feel of his sharp collarbone against my cheek when I fall asleep on his chest.

"I didn't want Klose to wake you." At the sound of his name he lets out a short and louder contented purr around his salmon pâté.

"Mm..." Then he's closer, having left his post by the door and invading my space that's also really his space. What even is personal space? Why does everyone find it a necessity? "You should come back to bed."

"It's eight," I tell him, even though I don't actually care. His arms loop around my waist and he draws me closer.

"Who cares?" Then he's kissing me and I care even less. (Morning breath wasn't even a consideration.)

My t-shirt lands somewhere near the couch and our feet tangle on the way back to his room and I bash my hip on a too-short end table. I don't care about that either. There's only him and me and us.

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i hate the last sentence so i'm hoping something will come to me next week and i can edit it. until then, here it is. also velvety smh 

foreign music keeps playing on spotify and i do not understand how people from other langauges listen to english music bc like.....i just don't understand the words? i mean it sounds nice but wth is it saying?

p.s. i adore comprehensive lists for word uses

p.p.s if you love the sound of rain go to rainymood.com you can listen to rain it's heavenly s/o yszma (haha????? ) for telling me about it