Beds, and Rooms, and Bedrooms

A dreamer with hair floating in between bedsheets,
the smell of sleep and everything in between.
I would love to get to know you, see you in my dreams,
So book a room, stay for a while, have a cup of tea?

I am jealous of your bedsheets — the ones you wrap yourself in over and over when you are unreasonably cold for the season. I am jealous of the people who get to pass by you in the metro and who will never know your name. They don’t know that they are lucky, that their shoulders touch someone wonderful. Chelsea Fagan  (via lonur)

(Source: hellanne, via lyndseylu)