my love for you
kate's room. i'm on her bed, her things carefully scattered around me and pushed to one side all at the same time. kate's perched at her desk, attempting to get an outline for a presentation that has been postponed indefinately because of a strike down on her word processor. morgen's in the doorway, wearing kate's curious george pj pants, telling me about an essay that involves plato. the other kate walks by and the smell of her shampoo drifts slowly through the air, leaving a trail behind her.
god i fucking love these people.