Bo couldn't sleep. He'd been laying in bed for hours; the light from the moon peeking from under the blinds was too bright, his blanket too hot, and having a leg out was too cold. Bo sighed, tossing his blanket off him and sitting up in bed. Reaching for his nightstand, he grabbed his phone; the do not disturb screen dulled the usual bright screen as he slid up and clicked his messages. It was later than he wanted to text, but he hoped you'd come over. You were the last to text before he put his phone away for the night.
"hey, u up?"
The blue bubble was delivered, and Bo just stared at it.
"Read at 2:58."
Bo breathed.
"you okay?"
"can't sleep."
"get off your phone, goober."
"Can you come over, maybe"
"is your door unlocked?"
"it will be when you get here; just come lay down."
"on my way."
You got out of bed, grabbing a hoodie, pulling it on, then stepping into a pair of slippers. You pocketed your phone before grabbing your softest blanket. You took the elevator to the floor above you, stopped at Bo's door, and went in.
His whole apartment was dark aside from some fairy lights you insisted he hung over the big window. The door to his bedroom was half closed, and you could see the light from his phone illuminating the wall behind his bed. You knocked quietly, then pushed the bedroom door open; Bo dropped his phone to his chest and smiled widely at you.
"Hi, Bo," you smiled, taking a few more steps into his room.
He held the blankets open, and you stepped out of your slippers, joining him. His bed was warm, and the area around where his body dipped was warmest. You tucked your hands under his bare torso and sank against him.
"You okay?" you asked again, your cheek pressed against his chest. "It's not your head again, is it?"
"No, no," Bo moved, wrapping his arms around you and gently squeezing you to his chest. "Just one of those nights I can't sleep, you know."
You hummed quietly as Bo rubbed your shoulder.
"Does having someone here help?" you mumbled and looked up at him.
Bo nodded, hugging you tighter to his chest.
You rested your hand over his chest, rubbing your thumb over the warm, soft skin.
"Thank you," he hummed.
You hummed back and took a deep breath settling in on top of him. It wasn't long before Bo started snoring a little, his grip around you loosening a little.
Shortly after, you followed him into sleep, the long warm line of his body comforting you.
The sun coming through his blinds woke you up. Finding yourself alone in his big warm bed, you felt around for his warm skin and felt nothing. Opening your eyes to glance at the door was mostly closed and cracked, and you could hear movement in the living room and kitchen.
You wrapped a blanket around your shoulders, cape-like, and followed the noise, finding Bo thanking someone at the door. Standing in his doorway, you looked at him.
"Oh, you're up," he smiled, setting a full brown bag on the kitchen counter. "I got us breakfast."
You squinted from the brightness of his living room.
Approaching Chasm Lake in RMNP, the Ship’s Prow is the big piece of granite right in the middle of this pic. Pictures of the Rocky Mountain high country are awesome, but there is no substitute for standing in it. I promise you, if you have a chance, get out and do it, because you will not be disappointed.
What is better than a stay at the Die Heimet Country Inn and attending the grand opening of the amazing Homestead Folk Art Museum? The grand opening was on April 7th, at the museum, where visitors learned about the cultural heritage of the Amana Colonies.
The Die Heimat Country Inn, and the Folk Art Museum are located next door to each other right on the main street in the town of Homestead…
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Artist Austin Zucchini-Fowler graced boarded-up buildings with paintings of heroic nurses and other first responders, while Koko Bayer wheat-pasted the word “Hope” inside a heart to comfort a city in crisis. Businesses offered up walls where Thomas “Detour” Evans created massive portraits of Isabella Thallas, Sandra Bland, George Floyd and Elijah McClain.
But at the same time that the Spray Their Name crew was commemorating victims of racist law enforcement and other violent acts, Black Lives Matter murals by Karlee Mariel and Armina Jusufagic, newcomers to the scene, were scribbled over with anti-Marxist scrawls, and the artists had a Slurpee hurled at them while they were painting an image of two masked women kissing. Anti-racists have modified white-supremacist graffiti, and in turn, white supremacists have modified anti-racist graffiti. Days after Denver cops unloaded less-lethal weapons into crowds of demonstrators, the city commissioned artists to paint the words “Black Lives Matter” on Broadway. With money from Denver Parks and Recreation, the Black Love Mural Festival hired artists to paint plywood protecting historic sculptures in Civic Center Park, just after protesters had vandalized and knocked over monuments to Christopher Columbus and the Civil War.
