Big F**king Mood: A New Narrative

daydreams

I blink

and you're here beside me. You're laughing at something someone is doing a few feet away on the small stone wall that acts like a park bench. You keep looking at my hair like you want to play with it. I keep looking and your chest like I want to rest my head on it. We both look up at the cloudless sky, and I feel your fingers slotting themselves between mine. We glance at each other, smile, and go back to staring at the steel and stone buildings around us.

I blink

and I'm alone again, staring at the same sky and wishing I could blink things into existence as easily as I do daydreams.

- or blink things out of it