I’ll build a nest on the fluffiest cloud. To spend all my days up there in that nest of twigs and hearts. When it gets cold, my light blue knit hat will keep my ears warm. There are crackers and sour gummy worms for filling my tummy box.
I have to live up there in that little nest because I cannot live one day without watching the way you walk. Your giant stride where your 1 step equals 2 1/2 of my one step, in your somehow simultaneously tight and baggy jeans. Your slight hunch and the refreshing, refreshing look of wonder on your face.
I can only hope you’re wondering of me.