There were so many places we couldn't walk until. Waiting for window to blink. Prove it was another day. A different shadow in the bed. There were pilots in every corner of the room. But all they could do was land.
So we finished our drinks and decided that life had shrugged us off. And we were just as content. To lay there. And just be. That empty nightgown of hers.
She didn't want to sleep in anymore.
It wasn't like I had a dream in mind anyway.
There were so many needles to choose from in all that numbness. It was futile to try to name them.
Monday
10/09/2006 11:57:00 PM
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