The sunlight glows golden on your transluscent skin sneaking its way between shadows and blankets and tangled skin and dusts your eyelids and damned if it's not the most beautiful thing I've ever seen
-and then there's this:
The sun glides into the room casting a golden glow on your skin snaking between shadows and a mass of tangled limbs and blankets, the warm rays grazing over your freckled shoulders like fingertips and the sunlight slinks past and illuminates the whole room, and our story is written all over the walls just in case we lose our place and the resaon leaving you is so damn hard is because you're the only thing that holds me to the ground