The girl in the flip flops
heels in hand
teeters down the city’s streets
a slumped shoulder dangling a handbag
It’s beautiful and grey out today. The breeze swirls the flag outside my apartment and sends gusts of wind through my living room window.
Last night, I woke up at around 3 in the morning to rain and a faint sound of knocking. I realized that Adam, a friend staying for the weekend, must have gotten locked out.
After I let him in, I had a hard time falling back asleep. The channels of my brain throbbed from the whiskeys I drank earlier in the evening. Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow by The Shirelles played in an endless loop through my mind at an obnoxious volume.
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