I want to sleep with you. No, I don’t mean have sex. I mean sleep. Together. Under the blankets. In your bed. While you’re laying on my arm with my other hand on your body. With the window cracked, so it’s chilly and we have to cuddle closer. No talking. Just the muffled cries that you let slowly seep away from gurgling mouth as I slit your throat and sacrifice your worthless life to the dark overlord.
