this imploding heart

Time on my hands mostly time spent with you

I had the kind of evening yesterday that quietly nudges my shoulder and whispers "See? Remember? This is why you like the long grey winters. This is why you stay."

B rant made dinner while Roxy fetched a film and did a dance. Souxie at the ready with the wine glasses and laughing off a day full of seven year olds. Napping alone in my room, required reading spread out around me with the clothes I've picked out for tomorrow.

Checz movies at Camp Vassar with coveted kittens and a shoulder to lean on after another glass of wine. Another glass of wine and the outside couches for smoking and 'How hot is Maggie Gyllenhaal. Totally hot.'
Before you know it, 1am. Walking through the dark and the way the dark is now also wet and smells like the sound when I'm almost to Cakes and how the sheets smell like boy.

Not to mention, new haircut.

Posted by Sonya at October 7, 2004 08:53 AM