Setting down for bed after quite a lovely day with mikey, my mum came into my room. "Hey Amy, I was thinking and do you want to go camping this year because the weather has been quite nice lately?' I love camping, like really love it. I like the waterfalls, steams, I even love the way the grass it wet in the morning and your forced to walk apon it. Even though it feels awful when bare footed or even with socks, I love it. Sadly apart form me no one in my family is in love with the cold sleepless nights and walking in darkness across a damp field just to pee. However my mum doesn't mind taking me, hence the asking if I wanted to go. Naturally I said yes and gave her a hug. Me and my mum get on but, we dont have anything to really talk about. She suggested to ask Mikey if he wanted to go so I left him a text. I wasnt expecting a reply but he did almost instantly.
'Year sure, I'd love too :p' he replied
I told my mum he said yes and she had a smile on her face 'great I will talk more about it tomorrow. Get some sleep' she said walking out my room. I was tired so I though it would be a good idea to sleep. I lay on my bed half asleep making up seranios; that I knew would never happen while me and mikey where camping together (and my mum). They were mainly of me and Mikey walking though a field at night while the stars shine and the moons reflecting in the lake. Its kind of a simple thing but I seem to enjoy little things then the major things. To enjoy the little things just seems to make more sense, well it does to me. Little things, simple as watching someone fall asleep next to me seems more significant then, well anything I suppose. I fell asleep in the middle of imagining things that probably wouldn't happen anyway. Its nice to think they can happen even though I know they wont.
The next day me and my mum were talking about camping and I began to get really exited for it. I get excited ridiculously easy, mostly because I jump ahead and imagine the perfect experience. However as you and me both know, nothing is perfect. so I always end up dispointed some way or another, even though it sometimes is pretty great. Thats the trouble with living in your head, you paint a perfect picture that could never happened in the actual world and it sucks balls. If you have your head in the clouds like me, im sure you can empathise. The trick is to live in your head all the time, that way nothing can make you crash to the ground. But you have to live in reality sometimes because I suppose thats just how we learn. Besides it's not all bad in fact I collect some inspiration from it.
My mum decided that we should go next week since we were off school and all. 'Happy?' she asked 'yeah I am. it will be rad, can't wait!' I replied with a big smile on my face. I headed back into my room to text Mikey. I seem to miss him if I go a while without having some sort of interaction with him.
'Hai bby x'
'rawr how ya doing?' he texted back
'nothin much are you busy today?' I asked hoping I didn't sound too clingy. Even though I am clingy I don't like to seem it.
'yeah I am im going to my mothers actually, sorry but I can go to yours after if you like?'
'yeah totally sounds good x" I replied and smiled. 'yay' I accidently said out loud.
Later that day Mikey came over and we chilled watching a few films and cuddled and aslo not innocent 'cuddling' which followed b y Mikey lighting up a cigarette while I cuddled up next to him. After Mikey left it was pretty normal after that. Listening to music then falling asleep, my usual routine. I did it every night; its comforting.
