Every now and then, I come across an object in my apartment that so strongly reminds me that Zee isn't some figment of my imagination. That alternate reality, so dream-like at times, really does exist and will be mine again soon.
When these moments happen, I want to take that object, curl around it, and cry with a mixture of gratitude and longing.
Tonight the object was a box of sugar. Tomorrow, who knows...
She must be sweet...
ReplyDeleteahahaha I crack myself up (usually myself only).