Concept: You are worn out, it’s been a long day and you come back to bed, I am reading some boring russian classic to pass the time, your head falls on my chest and I find myself absentmindedly running my hands through your hair. I can feel your heartbeat pounding against your chest, and you sprawl yourself over me. Suddenly there are better things to focus on than the philosophy of nihilism, and I play music from the record player as you fall asleep, covering the two of us in blankets, taking in the warmth of your presence and planting a kiss on your lips. The night falls thick and dark and the moonlight shines through cracks of our star-themed curtains. We are a mess of entangled limbs, wrapped up with each other bracing against the cold of the night.
