things i see
the big ol' moon out one window
crit silhouetted, behind the curtain, on the sill of another
darkened treetops through the third
i love laying in my bed with the windows open, the filmy curtains drawn, in those last alert moments before i give in, with a roll to one side, and stretch into sleep.
crit silhouetted, behind the curtain, on the sill of another
darkened treetops through the third
i love laying in my bed with the windows open, the filmy curtains drawn, in those last alert moments before i give in, with a roll to one side, and stretch into sleep.