The apartment
When I think about my ideal house. I think wide balconies, I think penthouse, I think small yet not claustrophobia inducing. I think roomy but not huge. I think large but just enough to house two people and a pet, preferably a cat. I think walls, muted yellow and forest green, I think walls that you can pin me against and kiss me. I think walls, unlike the ones I keep around my heart, that aren't prone to crumbling at any hint of tenderness. I think walls I can hang up pictures of us. Crappy art I make and posters of your favorite things. I think of walls that have ears but never heard screaming or anger, I think of walls that have never witnessed disappointment. I think of warm nights and cool breeze and long hugs and affection unaccounted for.