you are a bad idea come to life. i have wrapped you up in rainy days and soft blankets, and dressed you up in summer. you smell of smoke and taste of happiness; you are not mine to keep. you are the fun mistake i wished for at the start of this year. comfort, and laughter, and unexpected warmth. you are an impulse i don't regret. it has been a long time, and the first time. i'm spinning, i think.