someplace cold [but not too cold].

[sleepcameslowly]

three seconds has the ability to alter the course of your life more than i could have ever really fathomed. how one moment, you can be driving east into town, full of excitement and anticipation about the company you'll be having for the night, and the next moment, you're being thrown forward as your glasses fall off your face and the front end of your car smashes into pieces. totalled. the drivers side door won't open and you're trapped, shaking and in tears in the middle of the freeway. there's shards of glass in front of you on the road. an inch closer, and you would have kissed the windshield.

and the phone rings and it's him. and you can't stop crying. so he comes to visit, bringing all of the kids along. strawberry creme cookies and cuddling with me while i sit on the floor breaking down. it will be okay, he says. we'll be okay. we can run away to montreal.

strange as it may be, beauty can come out of whiplash and broken glass sometimes. i have the heart on my wrist to prove it.