The Line - Goodnight

Cola with the burnt-out taste

I'm the one you tell your fears to

There'll never be enough of us - Lorde, Pure Heroine 

Wondering at night, when the day has ended and there are no more possibilities, another day spent here. Not there.

At night where you allow yourself to entertain the impossible, where the haze of streetlights and sounds of ghost cars echo far beyond and mask what you really need.

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Wrapping an arm around him, I move closer, encasing myself in his warmth as he places a kiss on my cheek, before his chin rests on the top of my head, allowing me to melt into him.

As he leans over to turn my lamp off, my face presses into his neck. I canʼt help but press my lips against the artery that now shows, smelling the soft cotton smell of him.

His skin smooth to the touch and warm against the tip of my cold nose.

He smiles as he lays back, squeezing me gently, whispering a goodnight that tickles its way through my hair. I softly hum in response and feel my eyelids get heavier. I follow his calm breaths, in and out.

Until the harsh darkness turns soft.