Summer of 2013

I miss staying up till around 9 in the morning and forgetting to sleep. I miss how much time I spent with myself how much I got to know myself I never knew. I never knew so much thing about me. I miss that feeling I had when the sun rises and would shine from my window to my bed and I'd laying there. I really miss how it felt. And the smell. The tempter. The setting. I miss the blanket being crumbled at the bottom of the bed between my calfs. I miss the feeling that I got when I actually decided to sleep. When I laid my head on the pillow. Around that time I went a while with really any one it was just me and everything was about me. I really miss that. Cause honestly lately I haven't even been able to find myself.