iliketobreathe
this morning was one that compells me to curl up on the floor and cry like a baby. however, i am resolved to resist this urge.
i woke up,
in complete silence
the air felt so fresh, cool, clean.
hunnysuckle and freesia.
i opened my eyes, and looked at the warm yellow glow on the wall
this feeling of overwhelming happiness filled me completely
i could barely even remember that feeling..
it used to be an old treasured memory, something i thought i would never feel again.
i moved my legs around under the blankies
closed my eyes,
opened them,
half expecting to see erin
sitting next to my bed
looking at me
waiting for me to wake up so he could kiss me on the nose.
no such luck.
the feeling of happiness didnt go away,
to my surprise.
i talked to chrisine for a bit,
then took a lovely shower...
half-hoping that erin would be on the other side of the curain
when i opened it.
*sigh sigh sigh*
its weird how a combination of environmental conditions can remind me
so vividly
of memories long since past.
almost like ghosts, wait, thats almost too corny.
i love it when i turn on the shower in that sleepy hazy state, and all that cold water shoots out on me because i was too tired to think about moving out of the way. what a great feeling.
i woke up,
in complete silence
the air felt so fresh, cool, clean.
hunnysuckle and freesia.
i opened my eyes, and looked at the warm yellow glow on the wall
this feeling of overwhelming happiness filled me completely
i could barely even remember that feeling..
it used to be an old treasured memory, something i thought i would never feel again.
i moved my legs around under the blankies
closed my eyes,
opened them,
half expecting to see erin
sitting next to my bed
looking at me
waiting for me to wake up so he could kiss me on the nose.
no such luck.
the feeling of happiness didnt go away,
to my surprise.
i talked to chrisine for a bit,
then took a lovely shower...
half-hoping that erin would be on the other side of the curain
when i opened it.
*sigh sigh sigh*
its weird how a combination of environmental conditions can remind me
so vividly
of memories long since past.
almost like ghosts, wait, thats almost too corny.
i love it when i turn on the shower in that sleepy hazy state, and all that cold water shoots out on me because i was too tired to think about moving out of the way. what a great feeling.