oh! you pretty things

i’m lonely.

i think night is the worst time to be on my own. in the day i can just get on with things i have to do without callum around, but at night trying to sleep without his arms around me and him breathing on my face is odd. sort of like when i was little and mother washed fluffy so i couldn’t sleep with him because he was wet. and i can’t even start pinching his nose or poking at his face or tickling his feet while i can’t sleep. and then when i get to sleep, i have to wake up without a bad breath morning kiss or snoozing on his chest.

to conclude, i want him in my bed every night.

bah.