After your dreams have all died and morning isn't morning, what are you?
Girl vs. Whale: If we work hard enough, we can disappear.
You hold your hand out over his face. You wave it left then right and the shadow from the light above flutters short, thin, black shadows over his features.
You say, “This is the most you’re ever going to see of the real me, just this wavy me between the lines.”
You squeeze his hips into your…