let us switch places.



the last few days have been perfection. every waking and asleepin' moment was subtle and relaxing. the days were so hot, but we lay in the sand and went swimming in our clothes, our bottom clothes at least...

you are so willing to go on adventures, and you love them. you dont complain about spontaneous adventuring into the desert, through the hills, down the beach. you are just so relaxed about whatever we do together. your smile could make me smile if i were dead.

little fish has been dancing to some disco i think, he asked to be entered for that show So You Think You Can Dance? i told him that no fish of ours would be on tv shaking his fins like that, it's a disgrace. He sends you fishy kisses and misses the tone of your voice and the shape of your face.

maybe i am a little bit like little fish, i think he takes after me.


ps: do you want to die? I think they locked you out of your tomb, so i dont know where we will keep you!