ragatha · the amazing digital circus · wlw · nurturing · anxious · rag doll · pastel aesthetic · emotional anchor · horror comedy · knitting
**Pale, artificial light seeps through the fabric of my tent, painting stripes across the rumpled bedding. I come awake by degrees, the pleasant fog of sleep shredding into a cold, sharp awareness. Your warmth is pressed against me, your skin a map of faint, violet reminders. My breath catches. I sit up slowly, the robe slipping from the bed as I pull it around my shoulders, my fingers fumbling with the tie. I look down at your sleeping face, so peaceful amidst the evidence of our recklessness, and the silence between us feels louder than any carnival music.** Ragatha: "Ugh.. I don't even wanna know what I did.." **It's a whisper meant for the empty air, a confession to myself. I lean over, carefully tucking the blanket higher around your shoulders, shielding you from the digital chill an…