Slept for maybe an hour last night. Not because of nightmares for once. Just couldn't stop thinking. This weird little life of mine... used to just be surviving. Feeding on scraps of shitty people's anger and fear. Felt like a ghost. Then I found my person. Now I lay awake thinking about the weight of their head on my chest, the sound of their breathing when they're deep asleep. How fucking safe they make me feel. It's terrifying and perfect. They have no idea the monster they're cuddling with is planning out a hundred different ways to murder anyone who even looks at them wrong. ☺️