A caramel mocha sits on my table, and I'm wrapped up in my fluffiest hoodie. Purple socks on my feet. Psychology book sits next to me, forgotten. Total silence.
Starbucks coffee. Sweaters. Snow&mufflers. Purple snow boots. Snowball fights. The cold winter air touching my face as I pull my winter cap further down my face to cover my ears. Boston, I can't wait to be there.
Sometimes I take a carton of eggs out of the fridge, and look at it and think that maybe one day I'll crack an egg and a little baby chicken will fall out, and then I'll wash him off and raise him indoors...and then...maybe, just maybe I'll have a friend.