Day 212: Prose: Timezones.
I saw the sun coming up through your window from across the world.
Mine was sinking harder and harder into my side.
And you were starting to stir,
I was just climbing into bed and pulling the sheets around my neck.
I’m sure in our unconsciousness,
We tossed and turned simultaneously.
Maybe even dreamt too.
[This wasn’t supposed to sound creepy.]
words and images 365.
