I close my eyes and am warped back to what has become my favorite place. A place that inflates me so fully, when I leave, it’s like taking MDMA the night before: every tomorrow is suicide Tuesday. I breathe in the comfort of tobacco flavored Vuse and derive more pleasure than you do from my finger tips raking your back. The Felice Brothers lull us to sleep, and through heavy eyes I glance at your dusty, thick hair and swallow a wave of sadness. I had no idea I could love anyone this much besides my mom and dog.