Waking up in Brooklyn and Hotel Logan
Me: So what’s your story morning glory? Why do you look so blue?
Her: (pause) Wow, does that line actually work?
Me: You’re talking to me, aren’t you?
Her: (pause, laughter)
Woke up somewhere in Brooklyn yesterday.
For details, just listen to Norwegian Wood. It’s accurate up to the part that goes I told her I didn’t; instead of lighting a fire, I watched Love Actually, instead of stumbling to the bath, I slept on her sofa and instead of her, I flew.
It was a fun night but something that Sabatoa posted popped in my head at 2AM.
I never think I should take what I can; I always think I should get what I want.
You know, I never got her name or number.
But she was 29. She had hazel eyes.
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My female friends often crash at my pad knowing they’re as safe as houses. The local doormen think I’m on a tear. We know the truth.
Her: I made it here without you having to carry me.
Me: That’s always a plus.
Her: (in sleepy German) Will you be here when I wake?
Me: I live here – where would I go?
Location: 7AM yest, Park Slope, Brooklyn
Mood: happy & pensive
Music: We talked until two And then she said It’s time for bed
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