oh, the nostalgia

i miss that

the carpet was rough. it was not comfortable at all but it still gave me a comforting feeling. i remember playing with the cats and rolling around on the carpet, it hurt but it was worth it. i miss that.

my "room" was small. there stood a nightstand on the carpet. it held a small wood house built by her dad. it was nice. i remember falling asleep to betty boop and popeye every time i visited. i would always end up on the carpet watching the shows. i miss that.

i can still remember the layout of the house. where the piano sat. where the dinning table was, covered in bills and statements. where the couch lay, around the outer edges of the room. where the carpet separated from the wood flooring. where the work room was. where your room was down the long hallway. it was so lovely. i miss that.

i miss you taking me to your family owned buisness. i miss you allowing me to watch old 90s shows on your huge tv. i miss you showing me around the place. i miss you making me scarves with pretty flowers sewn into them. i miss you and me having talks about how youve been and how ive been. i miss you. 

a/n so as i was reading this, i realised it sounded like i was talking about an ex-lover or a dead grandparent. its actually about my grandparents who dont speak to me anymore because my biological father is an alcoholic that i dont want to be involved with. kinda depressing but its all good :)