I miss waking up disturbed by the morning heat and find you in your slumber right next to me. Our skins may not be touching, considering the rising temperature as the morning subsides, but knowing that it will be your face that I see when I awake once again in the afternoon is more than enough to keep me invigorated.
“I’m all yours. My body, femininity and heart are all yours. Forever.”
Constantly fixing my sleeping pattern has got to be the most difficult thing I’ve done this summer. I’ve always been a nocturnal person since I could remember. I’ve been sleeping after breakfast and waking up before dinner as of late, but today I’ll try to stay awake as much as possible. It’s only 1PM, I still have the whole fucking day ahead of me and I’m not really enjoying any bit of it. Being awake at this hour is so fucking challenging, what with everyone - with the exception of my mom - being in the house, and I’m hearing all this whining and screaming back and forth between my little brother and his father. I’ve been awake for less than 20 hours now. I’m tempted to throw a fit in front of my so-called stepfather because his cries of anger at my kid brother is not only unnecessary but it’s quite pathetic as well. Everyone in this house is getting on my nerves. I need some rest but I need to survive this day without even closing my eyes and going to dreamland. Even if I want to.