the inside of your sweater is made with that fluffy stuff and it feels nice. and it's still kind of warm.
i'm really tired. is that okay? i wish i were a little tiny baby so i could fall asleep on your chest. i wish i had little tiny baby hands so i could tug at your shirt and pull your hair and touch your face and it would be okay, because babies touch things, and you can't blame them for touching things. i wish i were a baby so i could look at you in wonder, and be amazed at how the world created this thing, like these tiny hairs on your face, like the shape of your nose. babies are amazed by everything.
my stupid little hamster heart runs all night and it won't shut up. why don't you want to run on your wheel? do you want some water?