everyone here wears name tags. we got them, and they're where they should be - on the dresser, unused. eventually we'll have to put them on, but i dread that. really it shouldn't be a big deal. none of this should be (i told abi on the way to unload the car that we were going to enjoy this short week no. matter. WHAT. i get tired of always finding things to be pissed about. i get tired of whining about poor company. i manage to enjoy it for a short while then it goes back to being alone and indifferent. only abi stays the same.)
i managed to get some pictures of her sleeping. she sleeps soundly. from the looks of it she didn't even hear the camera shutter bang and the film scroll forward. i hope they turn out.
the light from the window coming in on the whiteness of the beds and her curly hair and long gold arms is too beautiful to resist.
rather than sleep precariously on the stark wooden bunk beds, we wrestled the mattresses to the floor, side by side beneath the window, the radiator, and the pipes. i want to string up a canopy...perhaps.
our room's normal occupant is named devin. i pointed this out to abi and she laughed sheepishly. coincidence?
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