escapril

natural light: an open concept

he said
look at these windows. facing the west. imagine a new york city sunset
i said
you know i'm afraid of heights
he said
but look at this kitchen. stained wood cabinets. the table could go here. think of all the chili i'll make. we can bake cookies and cake
i said
i burn everything
he said
your bookshelf could go here and your grandmothers chair sat by the window
i said
that could be nice
he said
oh and our records
our records will get that whole corner. can't you just imagine it? our music in the air? you could sing your heart out without care of the neighbors
i said 
i guess so, yes
he said
i'll make coffee in the morning since i'm up before you and omelettes and we'll watch the news. you'll try to help but horribly scorch them. i'll kiss your forehead and make them again. we could get a dog or a cat or a fish. doesn't that sound lovely?
i said
i'd say so
he asked
do you want a life here?
i said
i just want you. i just want air to breathe
he said
then we'll open the windows

a/n: i have been so tired and uninspired it's insane. feels like i'm writing the same thing over and over again. let's pretend i didn't miss the last two days and wrote this one and the last one at 1 am