6:00am summary.

You had decided to become a sex worker.
Not the kind that would make your prudish nature quiver in disgust
But the kind that would put men on hold to charge by the second,
As you had been put on hold time and again.

I have these visions that we are together.
Unclear as if in another life, or this,
But they are fierce and leave me longing for you.
You would lay down in bed and invite me over by arching up your back just so I could get a glimpse of that which cannot be missed.

You would tell me 'we should be together'. Sturring up something inside me that can't get out to be anything tangible so it makes it's escape through my dreams.

It's getting to the point where opening my eyes isn't enough anymore.
I'll open them and look over just to see you called, or texted, or laid in the bed with me that night and we just so naturally fit together like a puzzle containing two pieces.

 Instructions : 

- A to B, B to A
- Do not attempt to fit to another
- Not compatible with different letters
- Eternally fucked unless combined.

             ...Goodluck.