car crash

I wish I could crash in your tiny bed, after a long day at Uni. You'd creep up behind me, and hold me with your strong, spider arms, and plant kisses on my neck, and ideas of a bigger apartment in my mind.
"Some day, we'll have thirteen cats."
"Dogs, too."
Scent of basic soap and tomato sauce.
Dopamine rush.
Radiohead.
Home.