Don’t look out your window.
This story is called:
You can’t see me, but I’m there. I watch as you sit up, your phone laying against your chest. The motion is slow, you’re afraid to look. You assure yourself that I’m not there. The funny thing is, as you lay back down to sleep, that for once you’re right: I am outside the window. I am staring at your sleeping form. I am tracing the curves of your exposed shoulders.
I am thinking about you.
I love how soft you breathe when you’re asleep. So deep in slumber.
You don’t even hear me break the latch open.
I wish you hadn’t kicked me out, but it’s okay, underneath the midnight moon, you look so pretty now.
I love you, and now I’m finally back inside.
Special thanks to: Collin Pearman and Dylan Alexander
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