I am cold fingertips pressed against a soft, mochi thigh; an obnoxious, novelty alarm clock.
You are legs kicking under duvet sheets when I yell not to move! 67 more words
Uncontestably, alas, most people are not, in action, worth very much; and yet, every human being is an unprecedented miracle. One tries to treat them as the miracle there are, while trying to protect oneself against the disasters they’ve become. 177 more words