Cornelia Street

home

This is home.

The sunlight passes through the glass and kisses the warm ebony floor. The sky is blue. Drew sits on the sofa typing away on his worn out laptop covered in silly stickers. Jasmine lays next to him, her head propped on his shoulder. Soft and strong. She compares her body to the bodies on Instagram.

Soft music plays inside. Morning Traffic hums outside.

"You're perfect. Stop doing that. Stupid." Drew says. Voice like honey and heaven.

Jasmine hides away her phone and smiles.

"Liar." She says. And goes in for a kiss.

The sun hides behind the clouds as they fall into each other. Two stars colliding on cornelia street.

This was home.