January 1, 2016
Breakfast, windows, sleep, rooftops, dappled sunlight, sound of dry leaves, fog. You and me are going to meet today for the first time and already I have memories of you. My heart is beating fast yet steady, like it knows this is going to be a good day. And isn't that what we wish for most of our life? A good day. Waking up beside someone and feeling their soft, warm breath on our neck. A thick blanket not enough to ward off the cold, never enough, and so we cling tight to each other, making the bed our home.