The number of hours spent holed up in that living room cuddled between those cushions are uncountable-- as are the conversations, games of rummikub, laughs, cries, and, inevitably, ANTM mega marathons that lead to hour after hour friendship enlaced bliss.
It's been a bit over two years since my body has been molded to its fluffy form and it's odd to consider the fact that those were, al fondo, fleeting moments that wont return to be a reality-- not to be grim, just unfortunately realistic. When the seven of us were living in that house, passing those episodes of hours together, it seemed as if the series would never end; a separation was the part they'd written out of the script, that would never be screened. Nevertheless, all good things seem to come to a materialized end and when the curtain calls, the roses are thrown and the group disperses.
It's been recent that all I've wanted is to transport myself to the past and share some hours, a day, with those 7 amigas, and those cushions that always acted like an 8th-- always there like the best of 'em.
//Your place of teleportation?
No comments:
Post a Comment