Some Book

I know what's going to happen. I will move out soon, closer to the center of Houston. I'll live in the Medical Center area and will hang out at the Rice Village and Montrose/Westheimer areas. I'll be living alone, and I'll be too cheap to get internet. I'll end up going to cafes for internet during my boring days. I'll probably go to Agora Cafe , get a cup of jo' , and sit down with my laptop on a couch. I'll look behind me and see a shelf full of unwanted or never been read books. I'll take a quick glance at each book but only one will catch my eye. The one I wrote in, the one he wrote in. It's a thick book , titled with something about rabbits. I'll flip through the first and last page, which were blank until we wrote in them a few months ago. We drew in them. He drew spirals, explaining to me how his life works and how the universe works. And I drew him factually correct types of spiral galaxies that I learned in astronomy class. The last page will have a lot of writing. Names that we made up to name our... sons and daughters: Gusland, Aude, and Helene. He made up the girls names. But it would hurt too much to keep these pages, so instead I'll just start reading the book itself. Read all 1050 pages as I come back and forth to this cafe for my net and coffee. Hopefully within that time, I'll stop feeling sad. Or, someone else will have the audacity to steal the book from the place so that I don't have to see those pages anymore.