The state of being half awake and not yet asleep. Hazy dreams surround you like a misty fog and you don’t know what’s real and what’s not anymore. I was so used to my insomnia, I think I forgot how to fall asleep as all normal people do. Tonight I feel my legs being suspended by your kisses and I’m counting them instead of counting sheep.
Some silly phrases are still echoing in my head and I want to get lost in a web of your words. The ones that you haven’t told me yet.
Imagination is the most powerful tool I’ve got. Taking me places. In waves of pleasure. And in the peak of the moment, instead of whispering your name, I listen to the echoes in my head. “Lying is the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off”. Plain Jane Jones is not that plain tonight.
– Chatty Owl has left the building –