from the bed I can see the stars
it's quiet and cold down here
Pearl is not sure what to make of all this
and neither am I
relieved to have some space and some privacy
and at the same time it is sad and empty and it all echos
I will chose differently next time
the sink is too high
the drawers in the closet aren't quite deep enough
it wasn't ever intended to be a single room
so I am half of a whole in this room
i dream of a little yellow house
Safe gentle mine
some day the universe whispers be patient
flashing airplane lights like firecrackers across the black sky
some day
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