calixlove
I sat on the old, grimy couch as if it were my final resting place. My body was rigid, stiff, and cold. I felt nervous, with my heart racing to be free of my ribcage. She would be here so, so soon and all I could do was just sit. Sit here. On my ratty gingham-print couch, aged with gross beer stains, full of crumbs, and entwined with my hair.