The pleasant sensation of gently drowning in braided blonde hair. Late-night naps parlayed into barely audible whispers in the obscene early morning. An entire afternoon of hedonism in tangled blankets. Gathering dried wisteria petals with arthritic hands as the sun sets. Saved carefully in a frosted-plastic cylinder. Hand-assembling an infinite nest in which to rest forever. Laying down again, and shaking loose memories of squandered time. My dreams drifting free from eyeless sockets. Reciting memorized passages from Meditations to myself, late in the evening. On the cusp of sleep, imagining the many lives that could have been.
11:32 p.m. - 2020-07-15
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