It’s been raining steadily for hours, and we should be playing hooky and lying in bed under that old quilt my grandma made that’s worn to a softer than down finish after years of use.
But you’re not here, and I have no idea where you are because I don’t know who you are even though I think about you so much you would think I would’ve dreamed you into life by now.
So instead of cuddling and conversations, I’ll keep trudging through my work day and my life like some automaton always wanting there to be more to this mundane existence but too scared to hope for it for fear it will never exist.
Creams do come true. that should be a saying.
Creams? With a C? lol