Sleep-over
Kategori: Allmänt
Thinking back to our nervous text messages back and forth and planning our first sleepover still brings butterflies to my stomach. Not those pretty ones though. The suicide ones. The ones that throw themselves against every acre of my gut. Not because I didn’t want to be in his bed, breathing his carbon dioxide on my bare neck so that it would awake the goose bumps sleeping under my skin. No, not because of that. It was because the thought of actually being in his bed for an entire night made me more happy than I think I have ever been before. It made my skin bounce and itch and vibrate. It made me feel awake. Alive.
There was no sleeping that night.