Nothing beat listening to the sound of rain hammering away on your roof, while talking to two best friends and sipping warm make shift tea. We talked about dating, Michelle and Nick, how he'd ask her out, how she'd like to be asked out. I've become the operator on a telegraph line, the middle man, a double agent created to bring happiness.
Between listening to Ghibli sound tracks I can hear the thunder and it makes me smile. It's worth it to be alive right now. I mean for the next 2 hours or so life will be perfect. Then we'll wake up and move on. That's ok cause tomorrow's a thursday. A day of love and coffee. Can't fucking wait!!!!!
The makeshift tea or honey and cinnamon is growing stronger as the liquid is drained down my throat while the smell of cinnamon fills the room.
The color of the sky: Streaks begin to form as the clouds fall down in steams or clear and silver, as the last sun light catches the drops.
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