how we lay in a comfortable silence around 10 a.m. in your double bed which barely fits in your small apartment, wearing nothing but our underwear that we slept in last night. my head resting on the right side of your chest, gently moving up and down everytime you enhale and exhale. your eyes focused on the ceiling, mine focused on you. your tattooed hand around my neck with your cherry cigarette between your two fingers which is slowly going out without you taking more than three drags from it. the muffled sound of the vehicles passing by not disturbing our quiet conversation that only contains a few random questions to make sure we're still good friends. although after everytime we speak, there's a long pause of both of us drowning in questions in our minds.