I gave a disdainful sigh as you once again rummage through my thoughts. How do you do that? I dubiously wonder.

Little do I know, I was painstakingly allowing every little deceiving piece of you to stroke, my weary soul. Just one night I tell myself giggling through the tickles that reach down my spine. Just one night, a whisper in the dim corner.

Awakened, I sit bolt upright with strands of hair plastered on my sweaty forehead. Guess I’ve been playing with the devil again last night.

- m, 2013