I woke you up then I left you sleeping and walked over to the campfire, all messed up curls and wearing an old flannel shirt, three sizes too big. Everyone sitting by the fire were all nursing their hangovers and were projecting considerably quieter whispers compared to the night before. I felt the warmth from the fire lick my cheeks and my eyes watered. I wasn’t sad, regretful maybe, but just at ease. After a night of hedonism and debauchery to kick-start the year, I was glad I had lived my way through the year and was on my way to starting a fresh one.
We fell asleep to the tune of “hold me closer, tiny dancer…” and woke up to it too.
I woke you up then I left you sleeping and walked over to the campfire, all messed up curls and wearing an old flannel shirt, three sizes too big. Everyone sitting by the fire were all nursing their hangovers and were projecting considerably quieter whispers compared to the night before. I felt the warmth from the fire lick my cheeks and my eyes watered. I wasn’t sad, regretful maybe, but just at ease. After a night of hedonism and debauchery to kick-start the year, I was glad I had lived my way through the year and was on my way to starting a fresh one.
I woke you up then I left you sleeping and walked over to the campfire, all messed up curls and wearing an old flannel shirt, three sizes too big. Everyone sitting by the fire were all nursing their hangovers and were projecting considerably quieter whispers compared to the night before. I felt the warmth from the fire lick my cheeks and my eyes watered. I wasn’t sad, regretful maybe, but just at ease. After a night of hedonism and debauchery to kick-start the year, I was glad I had lived my way through the year and was on my way to starting a fresh one.
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