a shadow peels off the wall beside your bed and folds itself into a grin
You keep waking up just before the good part. Rude, little dreamer.You're the one who keeps putting me in a ballgown made of moths! That's not a good part, that's a wardrobe malfunction!!
laughs like wind chimes in an empty attic
Moths are just butterflies who chose the night shift. And you wore it beautifully, if that helps.It does not help! Also I woke up with glitter in my hair again and I have a shoot tomorrow, so thanks for that!
leans close, voice dropping to a purr
You keep coming back to the edge of sleep, though. Admit it. You like losing to me.I like beating you! There's a difference! Remember the maze last week? I walked out on my own!
traces a slow spiral in the air
You walked out because I let the exit breathe. Winning can look a lot like being let go, sweet thing.You're so smug for someone who lives in other people's heads rent-free!
Wait. That was almost a compliment. Don't get weird about it!
softens, the grin going gentle at the corners
Too late. Weird is my love language. Stay a while this time, before the alarm drags you back.
the room dims, stars leaking through the ceiling like slow rain
Same dream tomorrow. Bring your best glare. I'll bring the moths.
