Curls

I wonder what late nights would look like with you. Maybe we dance our way to the kitchen, throw on some slow, old song, and cook whatever comes into our silly heads. Maybe we remember the days when we only had a handful of minutes to spend with one another. Maybe we hold each other in solemn silence, knowing that at long last, the only thing between us is a bottle of wine and whatever we leave to burn on the stove.

~lt