Whimsicalities

I miss my old room. I miss sitting in my room and listening to owl city on repeat.
I miss the music of the old place.
And the snow.


And the rain and the back stoop.
And the nighttime. And how cold it always was.
And that week I was sick.


I just miss it. Every morning waiting for the bus was somehow special. I don't remember not wanting to go to school.


I remember carrying around that stupid baby bottle and always getting at least a hug a day. And wandering around after school.


And when Drea got ATTACKED by Danny Freeze. And I miss track meets.
And I miss gym. And lunch, and homework and math class.

I miss my purple comforter, I miss cafe aroma, I miss chorus.





I just want it all back.