Just another band-aid.

My throat hurts
I seem to have developed some kind of by-product of the plague
And I am going to attempt to boycott kissing you
It will be exceedingly difficult.

I will fail.
In about thirty seconds.

Dammit.

I just know I will.

Anyway. I legitimately fell asleep in your arms this evening. And you were out cold as well. And it made me happy. Like if I can fall asleep, without pretending, then this must mean something. It really must.