Freelance writer and creative writer. I love to read, write, hike, and explore nature.
July 3rd Right after my last cessation of nicotine for the day, I get into bed and look over at my snoring dog on the couch. Her dark red hair turns golden around her pulsing chest. I need to see that she’s still breathing before I lie down, even though she’s young and healthy and there’s no reason she wouldn’t be. I shut off the light and lay my head on top of my pillow, I can smell the lavender fragrance from my recently washed pillow cover. As I lay there I feel a rare, almost forgotten feeling: one of satisfaction. The loneliness and loss that usually clings to me like the smell of tobacco after smoking is nowhere to be found. Instead, I feel contentment, a feeling I’d thought I’d all but lost.
Dear Ex, I know I promised we could be friends, that this platonic relationship was alright with me. When we started talking after my last break up I thought it was possible. Talking to you feels so natural. It's like I'm talking to a different me, my soul in a different body with slightly different perspectives.
- Runner-Up in Tautogram Challenge