dessert first

my father always told me never to spoil my appetite for supper. but somehow i always managed to sneak in a cookie or two. for some reason the cookie always tasted way better before dinner rather than after. imagine something catastrophic happening between the main course and dessert. what if a meteor strikes but i […]

and counting

at two weeks i forgot what basic necessities were. sleep became optional and 3 am became my best friend. i told 3 am everything and the stillness heard me at my most vulnerable. i forgot his voice in the span of 4 weeks. i hadn’t heard it speak to me until i listened to his […]