we live together in a photograph of time

i'm sprawled across my bed, one sock pulled too high and the other half removed from my foot. both of my lights are on, and a scented candle that smells of my mother's house burns beside my computer. coldplay's on in the background- chris martin singing in dutch. i'm laughing at my book- the author has actually just claimed that a virus may save us from alien invasion.

it's not perfect, but it's pretty damned close.