At 3 a.m. this morning I got tired of the heavy blanket of inadequacy and wrapped myself in mom's pearl white Prada silk dresses. I dreamt about her coming back and woke up feeling somewhat happier as the early light danced across my naked skin. I told myself what I wanted to tell her, what I really meant to say when those ill-fated words slipped off my tongue: as everything comes to an end, isn't that the one perfect time for remorse and repentance?
And tonight I need you in the thundering storms my heroines. Let it pour down on me.
Let it snow.