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yesterday i climbed into bed after i took a shower and i felt my skin get so warm against itself and the steam from the bathroom was piling billowy into the hallway and i was so happy to be there with myself until i remembered that sometimes there is someone else there and they crawl into bed with you and tuck their legs up underneath you and even though you can be warm on your own, you'll never be cozy like you are when you're snuggled there with someone else. thinking like that got me to shivering and i tried not to remember the way skin feels right up close to you but the memory was so sweet like ice cream after you've eaten too much anyway and that's where you fit in with me yesterday.
i guess nobody's ever told you about how the steam gets in your blood, boiling it away until it's nothing but a thin layer of scrap on the basement floor. at first you might be kind of upset about all that blood getting away from you, but i've lived without it for long enough and it's honestly not all bad as they make it out to be.