Wednesday, February 16
Time, defined
My grandma always called the couch a davenport. I never heard anyone else call it that, never understood where it came from, I just accepted it as her word. I don't know why I thought of it today. The word just popped into my head, and I thought of her, missing the nights I used to lay on her davenport, stare at the painting of a skyline outlined in little lights, dream of a different time and place.
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