Sweet Narcissus

I caught myself in a narcissistic moment late last night when I was going to bed way too late to be good for me.
In the process of removing my shirt I bent my head to my shoulder and found myself drowning happily in the warm, sweet smell of skin, my own skin. I spent a minute or two appreciating the softness and that almost tangible sweetness, suffering narcissism and vampiristic tendencies towards myself. Until the chill of the night registered and by the light of the nearly full moon streaming through my window I crawled, abashed, beneath my quilt and said goodnight, to myself.