this morning #676.

this morning, it was like a regular, rip-roaring bob marley jamboree up in this piece. thick smoke & thick blunts. lounging on couches. a dozen doughnuts whose time on this earth would soon come to an end & a snackfully-stocked fridge. this was no average wednesday & she was determined to treat it as such. pay her respects. after all, she rarely took wednesdays off like this. completely clearing her calendar never happened. through the haze, she stared at her friends cuddling on the couch across from her & wished that she had what they had. loving gazes. playfulness. pure attraction. at the very least, she’d settle for someone she could lay naked in bed with & smoke weed.