One of those days. Today I simply can't get out of bed, I can't stretch a smile, it's weak and falters, and you're dancing in circles again, around, inside my head. I want every single crevice of you, every trembling chest, every minuscule flickered look, every short breath, and I want to keep them safe, to hold them still in a cave of palms with fingers locked tight, so the light can't get in, nothing else can get in.