I wake up, my mouth is dry, I need water.
I stumble to my feet, I did not bother to turn the light on.
Down the stairs I go, and with uncertainty I feel for the last step; stretching my leg and looking for the edge with my foot.
Am I sure that this is the floor? or is this just another landing?
Everyday i fight myself, should i tell him? should i be the first one to say it.
I want to be with you. just you. no one else.
I want to be yours. Take me. Claim me. I give myself to you freely.
ouch. that was my butt hitting the floor. i guess there was one more step before the floor. i should have turned at least one light on.
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