by Will Stanton » Tue Jun 16, 2009 4:36 pm
"I had no idea," Will chuckled. "I thought that that day was perfect. What did I know--things have only gotten better since then. Every morning, I wake up and fear for a moment that, you know, I've WOKEN UP. But then you're there. It's been a month? It feels like years. We've been so close, so eager. You've been gentle, you've been tough, you've indulged my weirdness. I was wrong. I thought this was a dream, but it can't be. I died, and I've gone to heaven, and I've found an angel there. So, here's to the first month---and the thousand more just like it that are yet to come. Cheers."
PLASTICINE