Love In High Places

There’s a kind of song that makes me feel like I’m rolling in crisp sheets on a Saturday morning. The early light glows through the layers of bedding and my breath warms the space between. It’s in these spaces that I think of all my past romances and all those yet to be. The ghosts in my bed and the spirits of the lovers to come mingle together as I hang in the moment hoping that just one – someone will find me.