The night only grew more lovely as it got older. Midnight amblings and whispered ramblings in Richmond Park with two extra feet by my side and my hand tangled in a pocket that wasn't my own. It really was too lovely to be real, but it was. For a moment..
Now I've been told and I know better, and yet. Here I sit at 4:00am afraid to climb the stairs and go to bed and wishing that I could take my milk and honey and go and dwell deep in the woods. In a house of pine where nobody will find me and nobody I'll find.
The Perishers - Trouble Sleeping has been on repeat for the last hour at the very least.
