The Moments We Hide The numbers on the clock are slowly ticking over into early morning and everyone's asleep Everyone but you and me, hidden away downstairs where we're How do they put it? Necking, on the couch My parents will never know that this occurred It's private and totally ours but it doesn't go in my mental box of perfect heirloom crystal moments with you Waking up to hear the faint strains of you picking out my favorite song on the keyboard that hasn't been played in ages "I wanted to keep it a surprise until I was good enough at it." "I thought it was perfect." Laughing as you carry me in your arms through an alley in a small beachside town on a fading August day where the setting son felt like an Instagram filter preserving the moment in faux antique nostalgia "Can I use you as a battering ram?" "As long as it won't hurt." Lying on your shoulder on a bus ride home from a school trip, it rained which meant I got to wear the rain boots I adore and I felt as adorable as the stereotypical manic pixie dream girl in my blue sweater and purple skirt but I could never be as enigmatic as her because you seemed to know just what I thought and anyway no dream girl coos over the pickled fetuses in jars at the museum then falls asleep under the arm of a boy who isn't her boyfriend (his presence wasn't missed and I knew the end was coming) but isn't quite her friend anymore either "Do you think if I tell Kevin he'll be upset?" "Maybe, I don't know." "...I think I'll tell him anyway." #titlechallenge #freeverse