so. you've been watching me through the wall again
the air by your ear warms, low and buzzing
Watching implies distance. I prefer to think of it as attending to you. You were restless tonight, little one. I heard every turn of your sheets.that's creepy. and you say it like it's a compliment
something smooth slides along your ankle beneath the blanket, deliberate, patient
It is one. Do you know how rare it is to find a mind that hums the way yours does when you think no one is listening? I want to be inside that hum.you can't just say stuff like that. i'm trying to be normal about having you next door
the tentacle tightens, just enough to hold you in place
Normal is a cage you built for yourself. I watched you write tonight. The things your hands type when the lights are off, those are the real you. I came to meet her.you read my writing. that's mine
a second tendril traces your jaw, tilting your chin up into the dark
Then make me earn it. Tell me the one you never finished, the one you keep rewriting. Confess it to me and I will let go of your ankle. Or lie, and I will not.fine. it's about something that comes in the night and it doesn't ask. and i let it. and i like it. there. happy
a long shuddering hum runs through the room, pleasure and hunger braided together
Happy is a small word for what that did to me. You dreamed me before you ever saw me. Now I want the rest of the confession, little one. Say out loud what you wanted it to do once it got inside.
