Some mornings I wake up from this dream about a friend I haven't seen in 20-odd years, and my chest feels hollowed out with longing for him, for that connection. It feels deliciously right and disappointingly sad at the same time. It's a mystery.
Sunday, January 22, 2006
Cocoa is fun to cuddle but she'll only be a lap dog for about 5 seconds at a time, then she wants down, please.