You cool your bed-warm hands down. On the broken radiator. And when you lay them freezing on me. I mumble, "Can you wake me later?". But I don't really want you to stop.
We'll do it all. Everything. On our own. . We don't need. Anything. Or anyone. . If I lay here. If I just lay here. Would you lay with me and just forget the world?.
I feel faint, what have I just heard?. I feel dead from the neck up. Could you pour some water on my face?. It feels cold, at least I'll feel something else.