10-22-06

She smells like apples in the morning. I wake up and she’s already moving around, getting ready. She’s out the door before I’m done pulling strands of her long hair out of my mouth. We spoon at night and I dream about all-you-can-eat spaghetti plates. Her apartment is big and she’s allergic to my roommate’s cat, so we stay here most nights. I have my own drawer for clothes. Her windows are big, she has a great view, and she always buys the most expensive coffee. I would have dumped her two months ago if she didn’t live twenty minutes closer to my office.