When I don’t wake up at 8:30am it’s because the moon touched my hands and caressed my face, the waves gently whispered my name, and the stars told me their secrets all night.
-an ode to Jack Johnson’s ‘Banana Pancakes’ and CardlinAudio’s ‘Wake Up Slow’
We whispered our dreams under the covers, starlight on our breath
You looked at me like no one else had seen me before
I looked at you with a kind of happiness I hadn’t felt in years
Fate turned her head and shut her ears,
just for us and our dreams.