I AM HONESTLY INDIFFERENT ABOUT PETER PAN AT THIS POINT IN MY LIFE, BUT

 

When I rest my head on your shoulder, I discretely find our projection on the wall, how big we look together, how unfair it is that you get to keep so much of it when we break into two projections again. Before we go out, I choose a shadow-colored dress the same color you're wearing. I reach for my back zipper and ease it upwards, as if to stitch our black together.