7th of June
7th of June, Breakfast — Woke up single, alone with my book and egg benedict on the bedside table.
7th of June, 2 PM — You picked me up. I took shotgun and comfortably transformed into the quirky me on the passenger seat.
7th of June, Dinner — You held my hand as we waited for our order in a Japanese cuisine. Awkward chopsticks, substantial talks, and happy tummies.
7th of June, 8 PM — You asked, I answered. I became yours.
7th of June, Bedtime — Hugging my pillow and smiling sheepishly, I drift off to sleep; this time, taken.