I’m awake. I feel like writing…
Are you aware of how you captivate me?
No one else is present. I’m yours.
I wonder what prompts you to remove your glasses. It makes me want to put them on and see through your windows, your eyes.
How does it feel to know that you can whisk me away, and put me in your pocket? That you make the room disappear?
I’ve told you before…you’re magic
Stuff that Steve Says 