jussDreamin

I walked through my apartment lobby today, and enjoyed the clicking of my leather Coach boots,

I got inside the elevator with Frank,

"Seventh floor, right darlin'?"

"Yes Frank. My seventh heaven."

He's a nice man, Frank.

He and his wife Helena fight just so they can make up.

"Fifty years of love and hundreds of broken plates."

That's beautiful Frank.

Our ride to the seventh is short, but sweet.

"Tell your boy to watch his pretty girl closely. We live in the city you know."

"He always does Frank. Give Helena my love."

7A.

My own seventh heaven.

I take of my shoes in the doorway,

drop my jacket

and my purse,

take down my hair,

and walk straight to our big window, overlooking the city.

Our big window.

We shopped for apartments for a long time,

and I wanted this one for the window.

It's raining out, so I put the cactus on the balcony.

I put on Bon Iver's record and vaccume in heels.

I've counted calories since I was fourteen,

not because I'm conscience anymore,

I've been over that for years.

I enjoy the ability to keep up with simple numbers, that's all.

It's sanctifying.

I finish vaccuming, and just in time for me to sit down

the door shuts.

My boy is home.

My boy walks in and sit's down with me.

500 Days of Summer is on, and we laugh because we haven't seen that movie since we were seventeen.

Seventeen.

Metrostation was right...

You won't be seventeen forever.

But in this moment, I am glad for that.

Seventeen had so many questions, and years later

I have every answer right here in my living room.

"Frank said to watch your pretty girl...we live in the city you know..."

A crooked, warm smile on my favorite face...

"You know I always do..."

.............................

And then

I woke up.

And I could not

go back

to sleep.