… and I just wanted to lay there all day long, buried underneath the memories, smiling, alone, and maybe even crying a tiny bit. I wanted to fall asleep in peaceful naps and dream of kisses, waking up to the smell of afternoon coffee and then, later, of dinner. in and out of sleep, like a cat. and I wanted to remember things graciously and have a sore neck from laying down all day long, careless. and I wanted to be able to just enjoy sadness, dressed in that old cut-up shirt that was yours and that is so comfortable, its cotton already paper thin after being worn so many times …
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