Nights when we fall asleep
on the living room floor
after binging a new show,
cuddled under a short blanket,
sharing one pillow and
awaken with stiff necks
and
carpet prints…
are my favorite.
What happens when words whisper? They form poetry. They tell stories. They breathe life. Right here…
Nights when we fall asleep
on the living room floor
after binging a new show,
cuddled under a short blanket,
sharing one pillow and
awaken with stiff necks
and
carpet prints…
are my favorite.