i hate lying in bed for hours trying to convince myself i'm sleep. because all i want is to wake up, next you. to have your hair in my face. to be overwhelmed by your scent, so much i forget what morning sunlight smells like, and mistaken your scent for sunlight. so much that your scent becomes what sunlight smells like.

but from what this morning smells like in between the closure of my eyes, it smells like a heartbreak.