twenty june
ten : oh-one p.m.

she called. we talked for thirty three minutes and forty one seconds. and it feels good. to talk about nothing and something and everything all in half an hour.

and i hung up and tapped on her (slightly open) door to ask her something. and they were laying on her bed, under that sixties quilt (three dollars, yard sale), hands all tangled up.

he'll be here tomorrow.




listen : nirvana (through the wall); "tangled up in blue" by bob dylan (in my head)