last night we pitched your tent outside a warehouse for a party. the air was warm enough for short sleeves even after sundown. you like the summer and I like to see you smile. everybody wants you; you just want to make some friends.
at some point we break for air to the beach by the exit. gentle waves rolling blankets under stars. we swim and freeze our bones before I lose you in the dark. wandering the warehouse blind as though I've lost my head. I stir to sense some hours on in someone else's tent. crawling back to ours I find you sleeping on my pillow. and I had thought you'd left.
by your side I lie and wonder what you're dreaming. the party dies to lullabies. I wake to no alarm.
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