Fear is self-awareness raised to a higher level.
Everything is barely weeks. Everything is days. We have minutes to live.
Say heat. Say wet between my legs. Say legs. Seriously, I want you to. Stockings. Whisper it. The word is meant to be whispered.
I've come to think of Europe as a hardcover book, America as the paperback version.
There were moments when she wasn't talking so much as fading into time, dropping back into some funnelled stretch of recent past.
...Because what's the meaning of doing dishes if you're not driven by something beyond necessity.