and it is absolutely perfect. my moral agenda fades into the background. i question the value of my instincts. self preservation is a drifting chuckle as i fall asleep.
she shifts her weight. repositions her arm. the line i follow happens to go from her jaw to her cheek-bone.
no more cold feet. it is time for sleep.
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