I don't know if I am just traumatized by men, or if I've been gay this whole time, or what, but I have NEVER experienced anything like seeing my Mommy's face peeking up at me from her resting place on my chest, hair all messy and asking "whu?" as she slowly wakes up.
It was genuinely more beautiful than 1000 sunsets and I don't know how to express that. Is this what love actually feels like? For everyone? Or is this some other plane of existence I've entered?









