Multiples

by Lissette Diaz

I miss you, your face, and your Fred Flintstone feet. I miss the warmth and safety of your hugs. I miss all those stolen moments where I would wake up before you and stare at you sleeping so peacefully. Of all the things I miss about you, what I miss most... is your smell. You can think a million things about where and who I was, but I still miss the world of safety and comfort that existed on the slopes of your chest. It's the only place that's ever felt like home to me.

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Lissette Diaz is currently invoicing the boredom of her life until something big happens.