/lit/ - Literature

>>7810284
You most certainly wouldn't be saying that if you, like me, had the privileged of waking up besides a qt Analytics graduate and have her sleepily grin at you before nuzzling her head into your chest and hugging you close as your combined warmth keeps you in a state of drowsy semi-wakefulness, the sky outside still grey and not-yet-day and the distant sound of traffic barely audible above the sound of the wind against the window pane and the gentle breathing of your lover beside you. You would consider suicide a surreal, other-worldly prospect should you be fortunate enough to spend chilly Sunday evenings walking along the San Francisco bay beside your qt gf who holds your arm and laughs as you talk at length about something you are passionate about before concluding what has essentially become a rant by saying some self-deprecating remark and half-smiling towards her face which is blushed in all the right places on account of the chilly wind coming in from the sea whose waves surge foaming against the large-block sea wall to your right where you sit for a while eating warm food sold by a street vendor whose food you have eaten before and enjoyed and then retire back to your apartment, saying hello to your elderly neighbour who you see entering the building and who you hold the elevator door open for and who thanks you before asking if you'd be so kind as to look after their pet cat which your qt maternal gf agrees to excitedly without consulting you but then gazes at you to gauge whether your own expression suggests you're okay with it and say "sure" like a practical paternal figure and have the elderly person tell you how the cat loves belly rubs etc before parting ways and heading into your apartment to watch old episodes of the X Files as she lays with her back against you and allows you to clumsily, distractedly braid her hair as she sits in an oversized black band tshirt and slowly runs her fingertips up and down the hair of your thighs. Literally get back to me when you have experienced these things and then we'll talk, okay bucko?

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