A Girls Fantasy Before Bed
I run my hand through my boy cut short black hair. It’s always unkempt and has a faded bleach streak in front. I pull my hood up over my head and suck in another drag. I hold it in, close my eyes and imagine you standing there looking at the stars with me on the top of a nearby mountain, on a hike we had been on together recently. I exhale, smoke and hot air comes billowing out, wispy and white. It’s December and it’s about 40 degrees out. I spend a lot of time out here in my backyard thinking...