The skin of my back sticks to the skin of your stomach

sweaty and your breath is slow and hard. I slide left and you pull back into me. A dead weight limb rests on my hip. We stare in the same direction and see nothing the same. I wonder what you dream about. But you’ll forget in the morning. The wheezing walls scare me and you, sleeping, scares me more. Harshly rearranging my body and your arms no longer touch me. I was hoping to wake you up or maybe squeeze me into your dreams. Instead, it made a larger gap. Still sweaty you breath hard and slow.

And i begin to cry.