you were wearing that ratty little dartmouth t-shirt you look so good in. the one with the hole in the back of the neck. you’d just watched your hair, and you smelled like some sort of … flower. i was running late for surgery, you said you were gonna see me later, and then you leaned to me. put your hand on my chest, and you kissed me. soft. it was quick, kinda like a habit. you know, like we’d do it every day for the rest of our lives. and you went back to reading the newspaper, and i went to work.
One of my favorite things to think about at night is other people sleeping. Like, I wonder if they are having a really good sleep and are really comfy, or if they’re still awake or whatever. But I usually just picture them really cozy in their bed and it’s just a nice thing to think about. This sounds creepy now, but it’s ok because I know what I mean.