dreaming
every night i dream of warmth, of the touch of someone else's skin against my own. my brain remembers desperately how it felt to be loved, my body craves it violently in my every waking minute. when i awake each morning, i have to forget so that i can survive. but while i am asleep, the world is golden yellow, his touch is warm and welcoming, and i am not alone
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