this morning i wake in his arms in marrickville. tight embraces, chatter, some laughter and kissing. eventually we're in a nearby cafe with bad french toast and average coffee. we kiss on the platform. then i climb the stairs and walk home, wearing his yellow t-shirt. i keep seeing it, and me, in the windows i pass. the familiar and the different. a nice fit.
i should study but i won't. i play loud music and eat toast instead. i still wear the t-shirt which is somewhat tragic but pleasant. it holds me comfortably. a poor substitute for his arms but it'll do for now.
i haven't felt so comfortably held for some time. something nice is taking place. i dismiss my concerns and no longer resist the pull of this.
well, maybe not entirely.
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