pour one out for our ghosts

There's gonna come a day when you'll feel better
You'll rise up free and easy on that day

She sits beside you instead of across, and a small part of you is inordinately pleased because it means you can press another kiss to her temple before digging into your food. "Wouldn't wanna wake up from this"

You cut a large portion of the sausage off and dip it in the egg, scooping up potatoes to make a truly monsterous serving which is immediately shoved into your mouth. At least you close your lips to chew. "Mmmmm," you him around the mouthful, eyes falling closed in appreciation. "I finally feel human again."

Human enough to slip your foot against hers under the table, running toes playfully over her heel.

And float from branch to branch, lighter than the air
Just when that day is coming, who can say?

zephyr