Cuddle and Pinterest Date.

I’ve stolen his laptop to properly type out an entry.

He’s cuddled into my side as of right now, scrolling through Pinterest to find photos that he feels describes him if he were a room. My words are no photo, but I think I can describe him pretty well:

He’s a small studio apartment; compact and cramped, but cozy. He’s a full-sized bed near the floor, close enough that your hand grazes it as you sleep. He’s a thick, green duvet in the winter. He’s a fluffy stack of pillows, and the cat sleeping on top of them. He’s a small bookshelf by the window, adorned with different types of plants. He’s an open window, covered by sheer white curtains that dance with the wind. He’s a red Persian rug on the floor with blue and white accents. He’s a small bedside table with an ash tray. He’s a guitar hanging on the wall. He’s a warm, red kotatsu with fresh coffee sitting atop it in a mug only a grandmother, and him, would collect. He’s a cluttered kitchen counter. He’s an open book next to the kitchen sink because it’s hard for him to focus on one thing at once. He’s a YouTube playlist of your favorite songs in the background. He’s an apple spice candle on a fall afternoon. He’s a series of Polaroids tacked to the wall; pictures of wild animals and of the city.