Dahlia

After everything that has happened, I am not surprised that I suffer nightmares. 

I just wish they weren’t so goddamn messy...

I wake up drenched in a cold sweat multiple times that night. Wet, shivering and all alone in a dark room that still doesn’t feel like mine even though I have lived with the Yellow Stone Pack for a while now. I tell myself the bedsheets are to blame. They are too soft and now, after all my sweating, they smell like musk. 

Fuck, am ...