Sunday, July 25

i can't believe you were still making sense of me, all drunk like that.

the best feeling in the world?  the one i had this morning, waking up and calling and then falling back to sleep and dreaming, and having your sleep-noise be my dream?  then waking up, because your sleep-noise stopped, and i wondered where the sound went, rolling over and talking to you?  i'm still amazed.

i'm going to watch some rat pack for a little while, and wish i wasn't alone on the couch. 

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

i wish you werent alone either. i wish that more than anything.