Wake up.
5 years on testosterone, key hole top surgery, light scaring
Miraculously I’ve grown five inches
I look like prelasik Mikey way circa 2004
Maybe I’m stealth
Roll over, beautiful boyfriend sleeping next to me
Maybe we met randomly at a show or he’s someone that’s been under my nose this whole time or vice versa
Total fucking nerd, rough around the edges
We are both hipsters in the sense we collect CDs (because they are in fact better than vinyls) and we run 2010 era blogs.
We fantasize about throwing our phones and laptops away and trading them in for a flip phone or a blackberry, and maybe we try it for a little but ultimately we fail because we need youtube to eat.
We’re enthralled with each other but still independent.
I’m in a band, and he is too, we are creatives but we thrive.
I get up and make us espresso because I’m a bit of a coffee snob, and he hears the coffee grinder so he goes to the balcony attached to apartment.
(Brick walls, movie posters, art wooden floors, rugs, maybe a converted mill)
I come back with our coffees. I have some stupid sugary latte and he has an Americano but he always steals a few sips of mine.
I catch him smoking a cigarette, and frown even though I secretly think it’s hot. He’s gotten down to three a day but when he’s drunk that flies out the window,
and maybe it flies out the window for me too.
His family loves me
I’m best friends with his sister
I hang out with his parents even when he’s not around
We party, we club, we travel
We have a great group of eclectic and reliable friends
Big opportunities are on the horizon
A viral video
A gallery show
A record deal
It’s exciting. Things are good. I am happy