salience
November 16, 2004
I wish my camera had been in reach to capture the routine. We're close here, we don't have to talk, but we do. It's two of us to a bed just because of spacial parameters. Our Christmas lights stay up, outlining our ceiling. Our winamps trade off and there's always a sharpie nearby to doodle on one's self. When you run out of clean skin, there's someone close by who can accomodate. 'Cause that's what we are here, calm. We end up laying on top of one another, inevitably. And I'm always short two stuffed animals afterwards because a certain roommate of mine was apparently stuffed animal deprived as a child, and what better form of retribution than to collect my animals?? When we run out, they'll return to my bed and we'll start over. We laugh, we share. We watch life happen outside our window when the new england darkness turns too cold. See, this is home.
lasaliente, 10:21
