Candy Flowers

I like the way her body feels when she’s dreaming next to me, the way her hair falls in her face as she slides a bit closer and grabs my hand in her sleep. She just feels, right. She feels as your favorite sweater would, she fits into me in the best way possible. I can’t explain the perfect way our bodies intertwine, it’s just as if we’re puzzle pieces that finally found their missing side. I know there’s something here between us, it’s not just the contour of her perfect body and the way it melts into me, I know because it’s the middle of the night and she’s got me staying up late, writing about the way she sleeps. I only write about girls who haunt all my daydreams, the ones who keep me up at night spilling ink. I only write about the girls who I just can’t stop thinking of, I can’t stop thinking about her. I can’t stop thinking about her laugh, the softness of her legs wrapped around mine as she rests her head on my chest, she lays in that spot as if it were the place she was always meant to exist.

Her hair smelt nice, her hair is always nice and it smelt like flowers.. or candy, or candy flowers. I don’t know, she smelt just as sweet as her words sound. It was the kind of smell that you always want lingering in the background. I wanted that smell to become like a comfort to me, I wanted it to smell like home, of calm, of familiarity. That candy flower smell still lingers on my bed, still stains the best parts of my sheets and covers every inch of my pillowcase, existing in the fabric of my t-shirt she comfortably fell asleep in. I never want to wash that candy flower smell away.

Well actually, I’m going to wash my blankets and pillows worry-free because I already know my bed will be drenched in her scent again very soon. I want that smell dusted over every dream and filling my apartment, mixing itself with the air that I breathe. I don’t want her scent to ever leave my bed, I want to keep it around so it’s as if she’s with me even when she’s back home. I think I’d like to keep her here with me, at least for a while, long enough to permanently stain her candy or flower or candy flower scent deep into my bedroom walls.

Your hair smells nice,
    You can sleep here anytime.