it's about

flakes of mascara on my pillow
the sun beams hitting the bed post
the street lights shining on the bed post
hot sauce on the corners of your mouth
dust bunnies stuck to the pads of my feet
elbows propped up on the arm rest of the couch
humming to the sounds of bowie through the walls of the room
tapping to the rhythm of otis redding beating through the speakers

(images via pinterest + tumblr)