Lay.

I layed on the edge of the bed on my back for a good twenty minutes. My hands up my blouse. Rubbing my stomach somehow hoping i'd stop feeling like complete shit. I hate this. I hate going to work feeling like the walk back to the break room is a marathon. I feel like i can hear an echo of my own voice, going in slow motion. I just want to lay in bed naked for 12 hours straight, and then i realized i change my mind. I DO want to make love. I do. prev / next

posted on 2011-10-24 @ 2:37 p.m.

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