The pull of an espresso is potent, and I keep going back to it. It makes me lose my sleep, it makes me cranky, it makes me feel light headed after having a quick doppio yet - I keep going back to it, bowing to the pull, giving in - unable to steer clear - investing deeply with every single sip. Yet an espresso is what an espresso does - it gives you a caffeine high and brings you crashing down - which makes you go for a followup shot and another - making one increasingly impatient for the bliss that never comes.
Share your bed, the blanket, the warmth. Shedding layers with conversations doesn't get more real, as the two of us understand what we are, the way we are. And it's perfectly alright, because the biases are gone, long forgotten. They exist for the outside world, not for someone you long to be wrapped around, and squeezed. Share your bed, it's your space and not everyone's feet look as pink in the sheets.