On the way home we take Rue Notre Dame. The terraces are full. So is the park. It's good to see the city alive. It’s been so long. And I make a vow to spend my nights on the streets this summer. They make me feel young. They make me feel free. These are nice things.
Head on a pillow and clothes on the floor I sweat and shiver, something is wrong. I want someone to call, to come save me, but the woman who used to won’t and the one that will is too far away. This is my future, drool going cold on the sheets, muscles stiffening. I pass out hoping I wake up. I need to make things right.
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