dear saturday.

dear saturday,

surely you must know how i thirst for you, it starts wednesday then thursday and friday, it is all i can do. 

On your eve i think of you, as i climb in bed and take a breathe knowing that you will be there tomorrow, at a time ill wake hours later than normal. 

and ill wake to the sound of silence, only the light dancing through the curtains, making puddles on my worn in floor. 

ill greet you with a well slept smile, my eyes still opening behind thick dark frames. 

but first, coffee. 

via: studdedhearts. scotch&soda. browndresswithwhitedots. iiiinspired_alison mosshart.