Lost Creek Hollow once i took your medication to know what it's like

together, even in death. wren felt herself warm at the thought. i followed you to the desert, her teeth graze playfully against the plush lower lip. you'll bet your ass i'll be following you around the spirit realm.
the desert had been close enough to it, anyway.
have you ever had one? wren's eyes dance from a cluster of stars to the moonglitter of silvertongue's eyes. a vision. are they like dreams?