A Place, NYC Since You’re Gone November 1, 2012 No Comments Ever since I was a kid this was my least favorite part: the tangible absence of a person who has slept over. The air gets thinner. The walls have pulled apart. I hover over the couch like an astronaut, waiting for time to pass. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Google+ (Opens in new window) Related Previous Post Next Post You may also like December 28, 2009 The Bonfire January 28, 2008 In Other People’s Windows October 3, 2012 Postcards From a Road Trip Leave a Reply Cancel reply Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *Comment Name * Email * Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email.