I have to admit the morning is beautiful. although the sun is unavoidably bright. and the trams are awake, of course. and the cars. i wonder where people are going this easter morning. probably getting back from their countrysides, the backseats packed with onion-shell coloured eggs and sleepy children and melting chocolate bunnies.
but where were we? i was saying that, yes, it's a still and peaceful morning and i think of you lying in my bed, turning your back on me as usual, and i would try not to mind because even your back is better than nothing, and i would look at this back and would want to touch it. with a finger then a palm and then both palms. and see the sun on my skin and feel its warmth. and i would spread my fingers and let the sun seep through. and that's how your back would get warm. but in all likelihood i would go on lying there and just think about touching your back. and then you would wake up and fuck me.