I’m lying with you, listening to the rain. It reminds me of meditation sessions I would have when I was anxious, playing thunderstorm ambience through my earbuds. I would imagine flying in a hovercraft covered with a clear, plastic dome: the ideal medium for the perfect pitter patter. The windows would be open, letting in that cold and wet air that comes with the rain, the air that’s almost uncomfortable but in just the right way. I would fly across giant lakes, sometimes forests. Even now I can almost smell the pine needles and petrichor.
Maybe someday I’ll be in my hovercraft imagining myself at 23, lying in your messy bed and listening to the rain with you.