little strings | boreo

He laid across the mattress, still drunk and only partly awake. The morning was just starting to peek over the horizon and he could see the mist through the window. a sliver of light traced his skin, making it look pale and ever so slightly translucent. Boris laid next to him, facing the opposite direction.
The moment reminded Theo of years ago, the late nights they had spent drinking and throwing away their hesitance for touch.