“Have you ever heard of micronations?” I ask as I browse through the morning news. “People around the world have been creating their own quirky, homemade empires, with their own flags, passport stamps, even citizenship. They’re popping up in the States too, there’s the Conch Republic in Florida, the Republic of Molossia in Nevada…” I’m still reading as you turn to face me and say Ahh, but where will we form our own nation? I put my phone down to face you. “It’ll start here,” I say through smiling lips, as I kiss the tip of your nose, then each cheek on the both sides of your face where your beard begins. You pull me in close and start drawing our nation’s roadmap by tracing your fingertips across my collarbone, across each tiny mountain and then down the flat line of my stomach. I laugh as we cover our heads and wrap ourselves in bedsheets, cocooned in a nation that’s only big enough for us two.
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