You arrive to find my door unlocked.
You enter my apartment to find me sitting on the couch, surrounded by photo albums. We spend hours curled up, while I flip though hundreds of photographs from my childhood, as you pay rapt attention.
Occasionally, you interrupt my narration to say things like:
"Now, WHICH aunt is this one again?"
and
"Don't you look cute in your Little League uniform!"
and
"Now, WHICH aunt is this one again?"
You leave.
*HOT*