Sweet Dreams
“You!
One soft syllable, barely breathed, but it cracks open something I’ve kept barred shut for years. She says it again without speaking in the way her throat moves as she swallows, in the tremor she tries to hide, in the way her eyes widen like she’s terrified and brave at the same time.
And suddenly I’m not cold, I’m not tired , I’m not sane either.
I am want!