where the wild thing lurks.

5:30am, I opened my blind to see orange, red. It looked like the entire world had been on fire, and the embers were glowing through the smoke. It was just the blanket of fog that has covered us for days. I was happy to be on the receiving end of drunken texts this time - a language of jumbled honesty that I can relate to. Being told I’m the “best thing evet” is something I could get used to. I fell asleep and dreamt of blueberry smoothies and kisses, and woke to my white blanket of fog. It’s not so bad.