it only hurts when i laugh

-𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘥-

"Are you awake?" I ask.

You roll to your side and look at me. "Of course," you say. "What is it?"

"Nothing, just thinking," I answer.

You smile. You know. "About what?" you ask.

"About the world." I answer. "About the future. About us."

You reach out and smooth my hair. "Why are you thinking about that?"

"I just like the company of my own thoughts," I reply. "Sometimes, they keep me awake longer than I wanted them to."

You worry. You know. "Can you stop them?"

I smiled. "If I could, I'd be long dead in my sleep by now."