28.4.10

home.

somewhere i call home.


where i can wake up slow in the afternoon
smelling the blanket
smelling what's cooking in the kitchen

and
with you there by my side.

remembering a line from Jack Johnson's Banana Pancake:
we could close the curtains
pretend like there's no world outside.

:)

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