Yesterday,
at exactly 8:15 she called me; interrupting my night beauty cleanse routine. Our
names were not necessary to divulge, no need for niceties or the display of
manners. We were partners of the same man, almost best friends in our combined
knowledge of you. I had been expecting this call for three years.
Sunday 24 September 2017
Sunday 17 September 2017
Sweet Dreams
Three months sober and counting.
I have dreams of you. Where you
haunt me in the most delicious ways possible, I wake up parched, sweaty and
needy. For every single one of these dreams I experience withdrawal symptoms,
my day wasted from the activities of sleep that put me in a philosophical haze.
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