Friday Evening

Home alone, belting the soundtrack from “RENT”.

Oh yeah, baby.

Last winter.

bed dreams

cold air hangs above me like a cloud that waits for the shock of rain. my head is flat against a pillow, my eyes open, staring at the motionless shadow of night. the warmth of my blanket settles on top of me as my thoughts sink into the bottom of my feet.

i close my eyes and exhale. i can feel the weight of a body, a ghost, laying its arm across my stomach. i roll my head to the side and breathe in something sweet, dry, and dusted. my lips twitch against the soft hair and pale eyelashes. legs entwine and cheeks touch.

for a moment, i am not so alone.