donna's friends were here last night so dave and i slept downstairs. �we drank two bottles of wine with andy sitting on the wood floor in front of grass. �when it was bedtime andy and i lay on our backs on the futon, listening to bright eyes. �we listened to the best songs and he turned it up really really loud and i squeezed his hand tight when i thought i would burst. �no lies, just love. �we stayed up for hours talking. �that way i can talk when i'm slightly drunk.

we only slept for 3 hours before jared woke us up going to his job interview at 9 am. �i tried to sleep more but it was hard, since the futon was right in front of the front door and everyone had to step over it and carry bikes over it. �we went to the red and black and had coffee, not wasting any time but living without looking back. �it's rainy and gray and my muscles hurt from pulling.

something shattered inside the words we use.