Sunday, 6:52pm

I'm sitting here, trying to ping words from my brain with a glass of (low alcohol) wine on the table next to me. Beside my wine glass, a little hand suddenly creeps up and tries, ever so carefully, to pull it off the table. Below the hand is a face that is half me, half … Continue reading Sunday, 6:52pm

I Remember

I remember You. That time that you snuck up behind me and licked my face, then ran away cackling like a witch. I laughed and tried to chase you, but you were too fast. You were standing on the trampoline, bouncing and laughing. We were both on the trampoline, although you were bouncing and I … Continue reading I Remember