I open my eyes, to the half lit familiarity that is your room. I recognise every single thing even though I know that it all belongs to you and not me. I am merely a slave to your will, ending whichever way would suit you.
There is no light peeping beneath the curtains and I wriggled on the bed. The nearby armchair seems to be taunting me with its comfortable presence. I wonder if you will allow me to sit there tonight, or whether I am going to remain lying here.
I am living on your breath…
My recurring dream.
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