you'll tell me it's upside down,
but i've always liked the chair this way. with the short back and the long bottom so i can bend my legs the way i like.
i tuck my knees in close in a way that is comfortable for me, but i hope is cute to you.
but you won't notice because you're busy talking about a girl that is really pretty but i've never met.

you slept on the car ride home and it looked uncomfortable, but your quiet, heavy breaths made me feel content and safe.
i wouldn't trust shotgun to anyone else and you know it, so you automatically open the passenger side door and plant yourself in the seat.

"what are you doodling?" you ask me.
"i'm not." i say.
"i'm writing." about you.