Prose & Poetry

Daydreaming in Class

He’s sitting next to me, running his hands through his hair, and Jesus Christ, I want those hands to be my hands. I want to know what his hair feels like. I want to bury my face in the top of his head, and feel the warmth and the weight of his body against mine.

Daydreaming in Class - a dream in a dream

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