Some days we’ll wake up and get dressed and brush our teeth like normal human beings. We’ll make coffee and put on our coats and head out the door, umbrellas in hand. Like normal human beings.
But other days we’ll stay in bed and pretend the crumpled covers are oceans. We’ll pretend the pillows are country lines. We’ll roll over the borders, remember how far we had to travel to meet each other, how long we had to wait, how much love had to grow.
"Welcome home." we’ll say. "Was it difficult to find me?"