in the dark, i remember that place. the cup the backs of your knees made for my caps. curled against your slight frame, my cheeks against your ribs, feeling your rythmic breathing. comforted in that place, i'd drift asleep, knowing, that in the morning, you'd turn. that slight crooked smile, a sliver of your teeth visible, but mostly- the look in your eyes. knowing, that i was real for you, and your nightmares were just. that.
i read it all in that look. and nothing at all.
because i believed, but never knew, when your belief would fail. would drift. into your nightmares. and i would be left. a figment.
that place still exists. the cup the backs of your knees made for my caps. it's real in my memories and always, just. that.
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