LA Dream

We climb to an apartment at the top of a large hill even though I know E9th isn’t like that. All I hear is our heavy breathing from the steep trek. When we get to the abandoned one bedroom, we find a bunch of cheese still left in the fridge. Mostly cheddar and some fizzy drinks I don’t recognize. My friend seems Sad even though technically she’s a Newlywed. In my head you’re either sad or freshly married not both. mutual exclusivity feels foreign these thoughts continue though. We keep walking until we hit Santa Monica. back in LA by foot and my feet aren’t even bleeding. She complains about it feeling too cold but It’s July in LA that feels impossible. I wait while she calls the movers from the curb. Everything seemed smaller once she packed it up