this morning #430.

this morning, though the initial idea had been for her to hold out for something more meaningful, for the second straight day, she woke up in a bed she didn’t know with a man she knew only slightly better. the waiting had become too great & fate wasn’t moving fast enough for her ticking clock. a dusty acoustic in the corner. clothes strewn about. a bong in the shape of R2-D2. as she took these all in, it was clear that this one night stand wasn’t the answer to her prayers. she needed a man with purpose, not one whose bedroom had only slightly evolved past dorm room status. “meaningful” would come one day. for now, she supposed she was at least having fun.