The vast net of string lights lining your wall gives off a gentle glow.

The sheets draped on your bed beneath us have softened after years of warmth.

The long hair on your neck is soft and prickly. I like how it sort of sticks to my face.

The arm to my right is falling asleep. (Oww.)

The hand to my left traces shadows along your back.

The body forgets to produce its usual sounds.

Unspeaking,

Awaiting nothing in this infinite silence,

I think this is my own personal heaven!

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