I could live these nights forever.

stoplights bleeding bright all over the rainy roads

angsty pop songs from the speakers, a bit too loud. I don't mind.

roads once threatening, now familiar

laughter with sweet friends I may never see again.

my hands on the steering wheel, they just fit

finally back to work. are viruses getting stronger?

a to-do list I'm really excited for

chipped same-day nail polish

Simeon's shaved face

squeaky voice, reminiscent of powerful fever yesterday and evidence of coming out on top, conqueror.

low voice laughing