en vitae la femme
Seven Hundred and Fifty
I couldn't go to sleep before work. I really wanted a nap,
but I couldn't stop thinking.
Specifically, I couldn't stop thinking about him.
Can't say that's happened before.
I mean, gee, I thought about him, but just a moment here and
I enjoyed our friendship, so there wasn't much to think
about it, just enjoyment.
I hadn't put much thought into anything since I first saw
him in that truck leaning out the passenger window looking
back at me.
I got so high imagining him touching me, I went to work
feeling like I got stoned when I don't smoke pot anymore.
I wish I could find the words...