Mr. Glass

Hello, man laying on the bed.
The one laying on the left of the green-sheeted XL twin bed.
The dude, laying on his back holding his laptop close to his face.
The boy stretched out comfortably, his right knee up, plaid boxers hanging out from his medium-wash denim jeans.
The guy with a geometrically decorated belt, barley holding his jeans on his waste.

Hello beautiful man, masked in the corner of the room, lurking in the shadows of the dresser and his own laptop.
The hottie nerd wearing his glasses that he's had since he was eight.
The darling with the cute dimples and sly smile that makes my heart grin.
That one person that is all mine, in his personal glory, my one true love, my soul mate.