““And I went to bed that night. And the mattress was thin, and it was too hot because they turn the heat up as soon as you're allowed under the damn covers there, and I closed my eyes... and instead of seeing what had put me there in that place, instead of seeing his face, the way I had every time I blinked, all I could see was you. (...) Red and ivory, and freckles that looked like constellations I would never get close enough to chart together... (...) And I dreamed of you. In all of these colors I never knew existed... and when I see them now - I only think of you.””
