comfort

really short. i might use it as the background in a song. i kind of ripped part of it from another work of mine. please tell me what you think

Her breath clings not to the glass, but rather floats idly in the air, observing his movements. So foreign is this world through bloodshot eyes. He reaches up to the closed maw of the house and rips from it its very purpose and tears it open to find a colder, sterile room. A room fit to die in, as one may no longer truly inhabit it as they dig toward their essence of being and out of the lies of the tangible. 

He takes her frail body and pulls it close, as if to shield her inside his flesh, to burrow her deep inside of him so that she could never really die. They ingest their pills in unison and she looks at daddy and says "Where are we?"

"We are where all the happy goes when its ready to be turned into something else. Where linens, like thoughts, may brush your body and keep you cool while in the face of all that you've grown to love. And the best part is sweetie, that we don't ever have to leave."