yesterday, she and i snuggled under my covers, parallel bodies awash under the light pollution that streams gently through my window each night. birds chirped as our eyes finally closed. tonight i make myself at home on the couch, in borrowed pajamas, under soft blankets. the dogβs collar clinks somewhere in the other room as he looks for a place to settle, circling for a moment before huffing to the floor. i am so tired. life is good
