having trouble with the prose tonight

[threeplusfire]

On my stomach on the floor, with the light from two screens and the bathroom
My eyes are tired but I don't feel it much in the rest of me.
He's sitting there in a pair of blue jeans
I'm barefoot and shirtless
How you wouldn't believe
This is the happiest thing

You and I understand
there is no plan
there's nothing in between

I wake up in the morning still dreaming

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[tsarina.livejournal.com]

Plans are tricksy things.