Day 51

You had a thing about Q-Tips and you'd leave them everywhere, used and unused. I began to hate the things because I'd be picking them up to trash them all the time. I got rid of your particular ones last month.

I dreamed of you last night. We were laying in bed and I was nestled perfectly under your arm and shoulder. Our snuggle position. Waking up got me emotional because it felt real and I couldn't get back to sleep. 2.55am.

You left a momento.
A Q-Tip.

I swear I threw them all out and it sat right in the middle of the bed this morning.