Senior Year

I have a dream for senior year. Sarah moves up here and lives in the house that Heather, Jeff and Courtney and I will probably rent. Her and I get a room together, full of black light posters and a bean bag, with a window so if we want to smoke, we can.

I get up and go to school and she gets up and goes to work and we come home to each other and cook and I do homework and she practices guitar.

We'll make love almost every day.

And it will be perfect because I will be with her.