Shorts-wearing traveller, detail-obsessed, cinephile, book lover, designer, struggling photographer, story addict, vlogger, workaholic, troubled spaceman, owl,
Her muddied hair is crashing blonde waves.
“Can I help you?”
His feigned smile a rusty fire escape.
“I don’t know, can you?”
She pulls the covers down, his eyes don’t follow.
It’s a little strange when you realise you’ve inadvertently and unintentionally become something you never knew you were becoming, or adopted habits you hadn’t noticed you were picking up. Becoming a hoarder, for example. Perhaps it’s…