r,

This morning, looking at you, shirtless, partly wrapped in that old sheet owned by a former lover, deep in your sleep despite the nasty whirring of the fan, washed out my troubles. I must apologize. I could not not lie beside you or hold a breath, afraid that I might miss the sound of that faint snore or that inaudible grunts. I wished the world stopped the moment you pouted your lips to meet mine. And I don't have the liberty to complain because yes, the world stopped after.