It’s 7:25am and I’m alone on the white sheets of this uncomfortable springy mattress from one of those pull out couches in this hotel room. The sun is peering through the curtains and I’m trying to figure out why I’m still awake, besides the jet lag. There’s a couple right outside my door talking unnecessarily louder than the normal level and it’s extremely aggravating. Engines are already going off and the birds are singing to me, which is quite beautiful.
I’m in a state that I haven’t been to in 7 years and I miss you.