Topless for my shirt's sake, I'm painting World 1-1 on your bookshelf, which is actually my bookshelf, but we have lately lost some distinction as to whose things are whose because I have taken to wearing your clothes and you have taken to using my computer and no one particularly cares.
My skies are all done, streaky blues and purples because did I mention this is going to be my own crooked interpretation of things? It would be too difficult to copy it pixel for pixel, so I am taking the easy way out because creativity trumps replication in my world today. But I can't do much else until this layer dries. I'm sitting on your floor waiting when you look over and tell me it looks good, and I'm not sure if you mean the paint or my tits but I'm happy to hear either.
While I wait I'm watching you play a game, and my interest in you peaks your interest in me and you say let's watch The Office and instead you take your shirt off.
We eventually do watch The Office.
Three episodes is about all we can handle before it's just too much for us and you ask me what I want to do but I don't know so you offer your bed for me to nap in for a while before I go to sleep. This is usually considered a bad habit (it feeds my insomnia) but today is special. I don't even have to put my shirt back on because your roommate is out of town.
Falling in and out of half-sleep, I'm dreaming about pizza and diamond rings and crayons, hundreds of crayons all over the floor, and I am trying to put them away but I just keep finding more, but I don't mind because I like the colors. And then I dream that someone knocks on the door so I hide behind it as you open it, and it's supposed to be pizza but it's some guy in a towel looking for your roommate. And he is going to drive you to the store to buy me diamonds and I'm thrilled except right now I don't want any diamonds, just a pizza, but you keep telling me to wait for tomorrow.
You wake me up with the lightest kiss I have ever felt, on my forehead, so light that your presence rouses me more than your touch. I nap in your bed most days but I never spend the night, not even tonight, because you are a sprawler and you hate not to be able to sprawl. But you walk me to my own bed and then you crawl into it with me and hold me until I am on the verge of sleep, and then you kiss my cheek and sneak away to your own room alone.
Diamonds are lovely. I can wait until tomorrow for my pizza.