stream of consciousness after a good night
The good nights when we learn eachother's favorites through board games and cookies made with old family recipes,
constantly laughing about our shared and discovered histories,
staying up late watching movies that someone just had to see that minute.
I like the company I keep on those long winter nights.
Not blood ties but family as real as the world.
A snow day with "Say Anything" and Johnny Depp and popcorn and a loving family that I can never get enough of.
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