She is standing by

She is standing by

Does she not get to have a purpose, her own story?

Focus is on the now but the sweet escape feels so much better.

Trying to trust her instincts when she can’t feel anything. Push reset.

Anxiety circles, brain loops. Hungry and horny. Where does she go from here?

Rests her neck and holds her back.

Her cold hands on his warm chest.

Things are too real when the sun is up. Keep her close until the haze has worn off.