I want to sleep with you. No I don’t mean have sex. I mean sleep. Together. Under a blanket. In your bed. Like cuddle with you through the night, while you’re laying on my arm, with my other hand on your tummy. With the window open an inch, so it’s slightly cold and we have to snuggle for warmth. No talking, just the muffled whimpers that barely manage to escape from your blood gurgling mouth as I slit your throat and take your worthless life for my own twisted pleasure