The most dangerous feeling is comfort. The palm of a foot wrapping around a calf or a hair caught in beard or the whistle of the tea kettle halfway out of sleep. Headache from too much closeness, breathless from too much contact, restless with cabin fever. You don't know how to hold yourself upright anymore, your body just wants to lean. A sick feeling, like sleeping till one in winter, or halloween candy. A druggish sluggishness. Thick blood, slow moves. I'm going to stay in bed again today to be with you.
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