If You Must Sleep

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Baz

I am floating.

Floating on a soft, dark cloud, my mind turned to mush and my body a mere memory.

I could stay here forever, if I wanted. That's what the dark wisps of smoke that surround me whisper in my ears. Some vague memory of the pain and fear that would greet me if I open my eyes makes me want to float here in the dark forever, blissfully drifting along on a breeze that is neither warm nor cold.

But somewhere in the back of my mind is the barest whisper of a name.

Simon.

Golden skin, covered in moles and freckles. Spots on his warm body that I so love to kiss.

Simon.

Unremarkably remarkable blue eyes. Eyes with the power to bring me to my knees. Eyes with the power to make me smile or cry or laugh or beg with the merest glance.

Simon.

The boy who saved my life.

Simon.

The boy I love more than anything else in the world.

Simon.

The boy who is the breath in my lungs and the supporting hand resting gently on my back and the beating of my heart and my every thought and feeling.

Simon.

The boy who I need, like lungs need need air. The boy who needs me.

Simon.

The boy I have to wake up for.

Simon.

My Simon.


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Author's note::

BUCKLE UP, KIDS, THINGS ARE ABOUT TO GET INTENSE!!!

It's finally winter break, and I'm sitting down writing this with Green Day blasting in my ears. And when I break out Green Day while I write.... that's when shit happens, SO BE PREPARED (*insert evil laughter here*).

Seriously though, happy holidays everyone! Stay safe, stay happy, make good decisions!

-Lefty :)

-Lefty :)

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