As I fall asleep, my pillow becomes a portal, and you reach out your hand, pulling me through, to our own little realm, where I leave my life behind, sleepwalking by your side, hand in hand, eyes meeting eyes. I dream, imaginative and inquisitive, like a little girl, and I wake up, wishing that I…

I line your letters beside my lipsticks. We stare together into the mirror, my hair, freshly washed, the wail of the waves outside my window, as I sweet talk sweet peas into growing in the cool ground of my desk. I was born gratefully late, far after they stopped ending the dreams of girls like…