From 4248, W Hotel Times Square

Upon checkout I'm going to miss the street lights outside of my window and the serenade of sirens down below... buzzing past the cafe two blocks down that starts my day. I guess it's not really nostalgia, more like an itch for cold porcelain against warm cheeks and blistered feet.

I'm in love with my friends and the way that they can either make or break my day.

RR21 at AK47. Plum outta sleep.