sleepwalk

When you’ve got friends who are willing to play along with your ridiculous request to lug pillows to punggol at 630 in the morning, you know you’re in for something good. Saturday morning was everything I imagined it to be like; a sugary rush of whimsical joy. Pillowfights in open fields, dancing with curtains (stolen from my room), the liquid gold of the morning sun. Its all still so vivid. Its times like this that make me feel truly alive, plus, it was an awesome use of my third roll of film. Thank you kim, joey and God!