Kitchen Table
tktc:
I hope I remember these kinds of things. Sitting at the kitchen table with a book and a cold glass of pink. Cafe curtains blowing the breeze in and blue sky, white tufts and green leaves out the top half of the windows.
I hope I remember nights dancing around in my kitchen to the anya marina pandora station. Eating spoonfuls of chickpeas in pesto vinegarette and gulping a cold Scrimshaw.