You're So Easy

We leave a couple of days later.

The ride home feels different from when we came. It’s less tense, the four of us exhausted from how much we played and slept together. I’m sore everywhere, but I wouldn’t change the last week for anything.

Things feel lighter somehow. It’s almost as if we’re not carrying as much weight as we used to.

I’m curled up in the backseat, one leg draped over Vance’s lap