DAY 116

We swim naked. You thirst for lemonade, I for ice tea. Our feet stained with juice, picking berries as we walk back. I've torn my sleeve on the branch. You kiss the blood and rip my dress more. I only wear dresses this summer. You like it that way. Tan lines have disappeared. Content to talk to no one but you. Read. Sex. Sleep. Lemonade and ice tea.