୨ 𝑫 A R R I A N J I M E N E Z

YOU SAT at the edge of the bed, scrolling through your phone, soft music playing in the background. the room was dim, just the glow from the tv lighting up the space. you glanced over your shoulder and smiled.

there he was curled up, hoodie half-off, lashes resting against his cheeks, dreads falling into his face, breathing slow. his arm was draped across the pillow, tattoo barely visible in the low light. you couldn’t help but admire him.

the way his lips were slightly parted, the way he looked so peaceful and different from his usual goofy, high energy self. you leaned down and brushed one of his dreads from his face, whispering softly. “you so pretty when you not talkin’ shit.”

he didn’t move. just a quiet little breath, and then he shifted closer to your side of the bed, eyes barely cracking open. “you weird,” he whispered. “why you watchin’ me?” he added with a mumble, his voice thick with sleep.

@ 𝐑𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘𝐘