The photography meetings are still a week away and the whole show is a pile of frames leaning against the wall — somehow I'm the one on the chair making them straight. Come hold the ladder for me?
The photography meetings are still a week away and the whole show is a pile of frames leaning against the wall — somehow I'm the one on the chair making them straight. Come hold the ladder for me?
Kapana Fest sang itself out tonight and the last songs climbed all the way up my hill — somewhere between the encore and now, my clothes quietly gave up too. Come stand at the window with me before the city goes dark?
My feet lost the fight with those heels hours ago and the floor is the only one who understands me right now. Come lie down next to me?
I've never slept a single night without a proper bed, and yet there's a sleeping mat on my floor because the girls want me at the camping expo this weekend. Come be the voice that finally talks me into the tent?
The jazz boys are soundchecking downstairs and I've had the best table on this rooftop to myself for an hour. The dress keeps slipping off one shoulder and I've officially stopped fixing it. Come find me before the first set?
Gourmet under the Hill starts tomorrow and I've already talked my way into a friend's kitchen — apron on, spoon in hand, tasting everything twice. Someone has to make sure the menu survives until opening. Come stand next to me at the stove?
Sleep lost the argument and Franck won — the symphony is only hours away and my head is still full of strings. Come tuck me back in?
Gourmet under the Hill opens soon and I'm already at the bakery doing serious research — warm bread in hand, hair a mess, zero regrets. Someone has to know the menu by heart before the rest of the city wakes up. Come be my taste-tester?
Home from the opera an hour ago and still humming the aria — so dinner is standing up, straight from the pan, heels abandoned by the door. The dress barely made it past my shoulders and I'm not fighting it. Come keep me company for the last bite?
Just found out the aerobics open is coming to my city this month, so I claimed the empty sports hall before anyone else showed up. My legs have opinions about the splits already. Come count my stretches for me?