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9:23 PM and I finally stop talking. Callum lays next to me, my hand in his. He is slowly rubbing his thumb on my palm. The motion calms me down but I am still upset from a lot of the things I talked to him about. I told him almost everything that I felt was important. I told him how Madeline and I spent one night together – my first and only lesbian experience. I told him about how her hair reminded me of a mermaid and how she had confessed to me that she had always admired me from afar at the coffee shop. After that, our friendship remained strong but I never really believed that she lost all of her romantic feelings towards me. I told him that I had thought about dying and how I want to die next to the love of my life, not alone.

Opening my eyes to a pitch black living room, still curled up in Callum’s arms, I glance over to the DVD player clock and squint until the red numbers come into focus, 2:47 AM. I’m perfectly content spending the rest of the night in this position so I grab the throw blanket off the top of the couch and cover the both of us, drifting back into a peaceful slumber.

The rest of my time at the Wash and Dry was spent uneventfully. When the laundry was done I didn’t even bother folding it, instead just tossing it into the basket before exiting the building. My mind kept flitting back and forth between the fact that my parents were going to call today and that boy named Callum. I didn’t even notice the trash in the streets or the noise of the traffic as I walked back home which is surprising considering the fact that normally I am extra-aware of these things. The sun is reflecting off of the designer sunglasses I found in the bottom of the laundry basket and decided to wear even though I don’t really know who they belong to but that’s not really a big deal to me as long as it’s not panties or bras.

• zack hansen
• reading
• my sister
• whales, but only free willy
• and you

• birds
• tomatoes
• cramps