I'm laying in bed with The Cure singing to me about summer. It's dark in here with the blinds and with out my night light. I wish someone was here to keep my nerves calm.
I can't get myself to turn off the fan because the sound familiarizes me to sleep.
Through the blinds I can see that the sky outside is red, my favorite. This bed is heaven, but I do like to share this heaven with someone.
Tomorrow is ours.