the only good part of having an extremely fucked up sleep schedule is getting to watch my gf sleep next to me. she moves and turns in floaty grace unknown to the waking world. occasionally she will murmur something incoherent and reach out to touch me. rather than brightening the whole room with her presence, she assumes more of a faded warmth, not unlike an unassuming but intricate machine in motion or a dim lamp lighting the way. but when i look at her face, it's still her--the same beautiful, tired bunny girl thing that knows nothing and everything. the only thing i even want to do is to keep that little light on, protect this tender being with everything i have, forever