i wake up to the warmth of you pressed against me, your steady breathing a soft reminder of how close you are. it’s been such a long month, and even my dreams seem to conspire against me, tempting me to break. every part of me is trying to be good, to hold out, but it feels nearly impossible with you by my side. the way you look at me, the way you move, it’s clear you’re not making this easy. you want me to give in, and i can feel it in every glance and touch. but no matter how difficult you make it, i’m determined to make it to the end of the month without breaking. at least, i think i am.