My mother woke me just after the sunrise and whispered in my ear, “Come look at our lovely new headboard.” “Where did it come from,” I asked. She told me Bon Iver must have brought it in while we were all sleeping. It was then that I remembered what I had dreamt the night before: that butterflies kept lighting on my forehead. And now I knew that it must have been Bon Iver’s beard tickling me when he kissed my forehead. (this post inspired by @bonivererotica duh)