the sunday after halloween

the sunday after halloween. wake up a little groggy but to a blue sky outside. i peep through the window sill of stacked books on interesting topics, im in C’s bed, as he came in late last night and drunkenly stumbled into mine. i didn't mind sleeping next to him, it was nice. but his alcohol self was dreaming quite loudly so i went up to his tiny room just up the stairs. i also worried what people may think. i hate how that matters. why can’t friends simply sleep side by side? we all just want to feel comfort.

i found out today over burgers that C is also a capricorn. which means our souls are connected. i also feel a closeness forming with J. which makes me happy. we had a good laugh as i tried to pull off my fake eyelashes this morning. as i struggled to peel away the falseness from my skin, J tells me i am just as pretty without them, a sweet genuine compliment from a boy watching a girl in a feminine moment. im enjoying living with these boys. i want to learn from them.

C’s invite to the lion king this afternoon was just the ticket to pull me out of a slight hungover sadness. briskly walking through Covent Garden, amongst the trendiness and theatre atmosphere. i spot C’s blonde head sitting outside the pub next to the Lyceum Theatre. his sweet french friend is with us. i love listening to them talk in french. i wish that i could join in on the conversation.

the lion king is wonderful. i remember some of the scenes from when i was a little girl. the stage feels much smaller now. i love the costumes and some of the high notes give me goosebumps. C and i step outside during intermission with two carlsberg’s. it is dusk around london. C notes how beautiful the light is. i like that he notices that. i also like that he describes the play as endearing.