imagine Thomas, lying next to you. his arm is around you, and the two of you are talking about the future. he is planning on living the rest of his life with you he tells you. his body raises until he is sitting up, and his eyes turn to focus on the dresser across from the bed. he tells you to look in the second drawer. the cover is thrown off of you and you walk barefooted to the wooden dresser. inside, a velvet box rests on top of a pair of his neatly folded pants. your jaw drops and you turn to him, only to find him on one knee.
