Sunshine.
Bacon.
The mystery of formatting that leaves a space and half between each line.
Labradorite.
Italian coffee.
Gerbera daisies.
Benevolent ghosts that only want what's best for you.
Clairaudience. Clairsentience. Madness. What's the difference?
Sudden amusement as Save A Prayer starts on the stereo. This is PJ's playlist and he plays it off as an old favourite just for Bridget. Ha. This was the very first song Lochlan and I ever slow-danced to, the entire way through, without stopping. In the camper with the little shitty radio tuned to C100 on a hot summer day in September. I was eleven. He was seventeen now and I asked him what a one-night stand really meant because it was in the song and he told me and I didn't understand what he meant. I couldn't understand how you would want to touch someone you didn't love and he said maybe you love them in that moment and I said that wasn't love and he pulled me close in again.
Exactly.