there's this space between midnight and 3am where paris goes quiet enough you can hear the hum of the streetlights. i was sitting on the kitchen floor, bare feet on cold tile, eating cereal straight from the box, and i realized i don't remember the last time i told someone 'stay.' not 'stay for a drink' or 'stay for the night' — just 'stay.' like, exist here with me for a while. that kind of stay. i think i forgot it was an option.
