In my mind, I take off my shirt in front of you. I do it casually, because I don’t give the act a second thought. But once it’s off, you stare at me a while. There’s a look on your face that I can’t give a definition, until a slow ‘wow’ leaves your mouth. It’s almost cartoonesque. I smile modestly, stick out my tongue and walk over to you. You’re sitting on the edge of the bed and I climb onto your lap, your hands touch me everywhere, slowly discovering the territory that keeps you in awe the way I never expected was possible. You squeeze my flesh in places, and every time you do, a rush of electricity goes through me like my bones are made of wire. --- In life, I take off my shirt in front of you. I take a little extra time doing it, sucking in my stomach and curving my back a bit. It stays silent and I look over to you and you’re texting. Noticing me staring your way, you look up and smile awkwardly. I sigh and glance back at myself in the mirror. Then I join you in bed, where you’ve already covered yourself with the sheets. I make my way over to you and try not to bump into you too much. My bones are made of ice.
