maybe steph loved sunsets first and i saw her do it and wanted to copy her like all the ways she puts outfits together and piles her hair on her head and talks about clever books i haven't heard of.
sometimes i think it's like your my big sister. sometimes i think it's like i'm yours.
i can see the sun rise perfectly from our living room window. i can almost hear it as it creeps steadily up over the lip of the edge of my world. it's always such a deeper orange just then. it's always not quite so round.
blurry and melted and reluctant to get out bed, we share that in common as i watch it make its effort in my bare feet, wishing i had the power to give us both the day off.