I thought I was tired. I swore I’d sleep like a rock tonight.

But I get in bed, stretch and yawn, and boom!
my brain flips the light switch back on.

Rude.

Now I’m thinking about that baby raccoon I should have taken in when was offered.
We would’ve understood eachother. Soul level connection.
Late night snacks. tellung him my secrets. Mutual judgment of humans.

Also? I’ve got mosquito bites on three fingers and both ankles.
Like… a secret ambush, clearly. The fingers, though? That’s personal. Extreme, even.

I need to relax.
No, I need.
Crave.
Want.
Fingertips tracing skin. Mouths forgetting where they end.
Caresses that whisper stay without a single word.

Oh.
So that’s where my brain went.
Of course. Classic.