staying up with natalie until 4 o’clock in the morning.

she can REALLY talk. which is great most of the time when she puts two nails on her temple, one above her lip and one curled under her chin because she’s looking around my living room but she’s not looking around my living room she’s moving her eyes around wherever she was in the story she’s telling me to make sure she tells it right. then she’ll look back at me when she’s looked around enough and say something - point two fingers at me and curl the rest back. i’ll listen to the story but notice more what her eyes and hands do then anything else. so i sit and soak in these mannerisms and nothing-everything stories while my eyelids droop at the ends because the only thing keeping me awake is desire to be polite.

when i talk i always grin and you crack every single one of your body parts. you crack your fingers, you crack your neck, your shoulder blades, hips, toes, ankles. i don’t even notice when you do it anymore but when i yell at you to stop fidgeting you yell back you can’t help it. i’ll tell a story and you’ll listen - but you always seem to have some sagely advice or at least you have something you want to impart on me. but you don’t really ask questions - and when you do they’re usually not the same questions people would normally ask.

you have so much hair when i wrapped my hand around it i was in complete awe. i can’t even imagine what it would feel like to have THAT much hair.