looking back, i've noticed my dream has come true. not that kind of sprkly dream, no. but really, i thought of a scene, out ofknowwhere, and then months later look back on a month ago and it's the same one, but in my real memory. that other part.
my hand is quite leathery tonight, and aptly so, after trying to drag a social soul out of a treehouse with a television. i liked it up there, watching the leaves float yellow and brown, brushing against the romanticishesque ones of last year. quiet nights a year from then, kitten the bigger spoon. you were half dressed, and i was, and you too sleepy to remember hours in the lamp light. i woke up just in time, confessing uncontrollably.
