You told me you want to live in a log cabin in the middle of the woods. I think North Carolina is where you should build it.
You said it would be square-shaped with two bedrooms, a fireplace, a bedroom on the main floor and a loft as the master.
"Would you have a roommate?" I asked.
He shrugged taking a drag off his cig, "I don't know."
I nodded, my arms locked around my knees.
"I want a dog too." He laughed.
I looked up to him, "What kind?"
"A huntin' dog." He murmured in a strange accent.
He pats his ears, "The one with the droopy ears."
"A Basset Hound?" I ask.
"Yeah! Something like that." He laughs, flicking his ashes.
I think you should name it Sawyer.
"I want a big garden too." He spreads his hands and arms wide smiling. "Mainly to grow Marijuana." He chuckles.
I laugh too, tucking my knees closer to my chest, its cold out.
I watch him watch the sky.
I watch him smoke his cig.
I watch him lead me to his room.
I lay on the bed with him,
listen to him mock his Art History book.
I watch him watch me.
I watch him take my heart, along with my clothes,
He watches me. "What?" I ask.
"You're so cute." He speaks, kissing my forehead.