Feeling:

I can convince myself that ghosts live in the house with no furniture and the same lights. Sounds like rain on windows comes from inside and I cover my face with the blankets. I can convince myself that their was love in these walls. I can convince myself that there is hardened muscle tightening under my hand's tiny weight. That there is a pointy spine under the softness and the waist is small. The wet muscle contracting violently on my neck is longer, as are other muscles pressed against my legs. This room would smell like roses.

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