I felt the bristles from bushes graze my legs. I kept walking into the woods. I saw old camp sites along the way. The deeper I traveled the further I was from civilization. I kept following the unmade path I was on further into the woods until I reached my spot. A spot on top of one of the rocks in a boulder field. I balanced large rocks on top of one another and made my own stair case. I stumbled my way up as always but it was worth it. I was there for a while. Listening to my favorite mix of birds by nature. Falling asleep minutes later. I was woken up by the sound of a loud bell. I thought to myself a bell in the middle of the woods. I must have been dreaming. It rang again, and again another time. I started down the set of rocks and ran as fast as I could to get out of there. I followed my known path to the opening of the woods and tripped on my own feet. I felt my hands immediately hit the ground along with the right side of my body. By the time my head made contact with the ground I was out cold. I heard the bell ring again. This time I woke up by the sound ofanother person's voice.

"Kate, wake up! You fell asleep in class again and you're going to be late if you don't wake up!"

Lying in bed with Her in my arms, Her gentle snore the only noise she makes as she sleeps peacefully in my arms, the smell of her shampoo lingering in her hair as I breathe it in, deep. Her legs entwined with mine, as though to make sure that, during her slumber, I cannot leave Her. I would never leave Her, not like this. This is what Heaven will be like, if I make it there. And I will, time after time when she wakes up and drives me to heights never before reached, clouds skimming my head as I ride the waves of ecstasy she alone can attain within me.

THIS is what I want to be doing right now. . .

Holding onto something

Meaningful and warm

It doesn't matter

Anything will do

These childish desires

To be and with another

Blow away with the coming storm

But at least I brought spare tires

I always bring spare tires

I see it

And know exactly what it is

But I want it anyway

So fugacious

This feeling of belonging

Even with nothing at all

I've just woken up, my head banging, my mouth dry. I don't remember much of last night, except that I was with the wrong type of people doing stuff I don't feel safe doing. I normally would want to stay and hang, but right now, with my clothes and hair all destroyed, all I want is to go home and sleep.