size queen

when i learned he was coming back into town for a visit, i woke early the next day and frantically cleaned my apartment in anticipation. i tend to let things go when i live alone.

aside from the normal cleaning duties of dishes, toilet scrubbing and laundry, i finally put together and propped my bed up from the floor. i've slept this way since moving back to queen city, justifying i would upgrade from full to queen. but its been four months now and i've given up. eventually my bed will get wider.

at dusk, i cleaned myself up. i spent a ridiculous amount of time in front of the mirror.

i slammed the door on my way out and met at the bar down the street.

he looked good and so did i.



at the end of the night he asked what i wanted, where i wanted him to sleep-- his friend's or mine. i told him to do whatever, it was his decision. but really i wanted him. i thought it would be nice sleeping in my sparkling-clean apartment, on the newly elevated bed, with him.

he went home with his friend instead.

maybe i'll stick to the full over the queen. it already feels empty enough.