𝐐⠀:⠀comb . comb fingers through my muse’s hair .
the further— a place completely devoid of humanity . a hungry place . syphoning what he has finally come to accept is his soul, and every step across the plane cost a toll . gradually, josh’s tether to the physical world was rendered into nothing more than a one - way window . AND IN THE FURTHER, NO ONE CAN HEAR YOU SCREAM .
behind the closed bedroom door, josh can safely relinquish the facade; the sudden mundanity overwhelming . staring into the bathroom mirror for one second too long while brushing his teeth; even foreign is the comfort of his own mattress, pulling back the covers to slide into bed . mimicking the motions, but ever - distant . apprehension stalls, indefinitely vacant, if not for the guide who pulls him close . gently brought to lay against her, lulled deeper with each careful scrape drawn up from the back of his neck . bringing his arm over— hand now clutched at her side —legs curled to intertwine theirs together, utterly melted into her . desperately, he thinks, please, don’t let me fall asleep tonight .
⠀──⠀𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐢 𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭 , @wasworthy .
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