Jun 20, 2025
It’s too hot and I can’t sleep.
“Come here.” You say, as I lay myself down, head resting on your bare thighs—your knuckles stroking the side of my face, the other hand on my bare back rubbing in small soothing circles. You’d made sure all the fans were positioned properly, to blow the air on the both of us fully.
You picked up the cold cloth from the side that you had taken out the freezer only five minutes ago, resting it gently over the top half of my face “there we go my sweet girl, close your eyes.”
I felt your lips press into my forehead, cold from where you’d been drinking iced water all day and soft too—I melted into your touch and we stayed like that until I drifted off. Hot weather is too much but you never are.
