Those hours we get to share are some of the best hours I have. If they weren’t so perfect, I wouldn’t feel like there are never enough of them. And I probably wouldn’t need to keep coming back for more after all these years.
But all those nighttime hours, they always come to an end. I watch the clock as each episode of Bubbles in the Think Tank ticks toward the end, wondering what I can do to stay there longer just so I can fondle you with frivolity until the morning comes…and passes.
Maybe next time. Would it be so wrong to extend our silliness together beyond just the night?
I guess that’s what the archives are for.