Sellophane

Imagine waking up all alone.

The soft linen sheet crawl onto the underside of your hands as their lingering touch awakens you. Plastered walls, plastered ceilings and a thousand plastered thoughts crash onto you as you realize it's morning.

Imagine waking up alone?
You watch as a few misplaced rays of the sun nestle into various crannies of your room. You watch as a certain adventurous shaft of light cause dappled shadows on the bed and it's occupants.

Imagine waking up alone?
Imagine waking up alone, and all you want to do is bleed, just so that you know you are alive. "yeah you bleed just to know you are alive", goo goo dolls was it?

But even if you bleed, what good does it do? You are still alone, alone in spite of the girl whose soft, periodic respiration establishes a strange harmony in your head.

You can hold her in your arms, delve and dissolve in the memories of the night before when she bit onto your shoulders in the midst of fragmented happiness. Did you bleed then?

Imagine waking up all alone?
What did you say,
you don't need to?


::Unfragmented, unrefined, crass crap, I agree, just need to get it out of my system::