my window curtains were open today, the parisian view of the the city of love below my eyelashes. it was daybreak and my pajamas stuck to my skin in cold sweat as the first rain drops of april splashed onto the tiled balcony, i hummed and whistled until the clouds said goodbye and my candy skin itched as a mosquito fell asleep on my palm. 

henry opened the door with a tray, his shirt was slung over his shoulders and i caught a coup d'oeil of the waterfall tattoo running like water down his side. craftful.

'here'. the tray was placed atop my blankets, papaya and peaches, yogurt and milk tea. yum. 'eat'.