Megan Brough

It's the little things in life that excite me. Waking up and remembering you have nothing to get up for. After 7 years of having a mobile, still getting excited about a text message. After a year and a half, still being excited when that number pops up on the caller display. Discovering a new obscure band or dancing around to cheesey pop. Having my head stroked. Laughing so hard my ribs hurt, crying so hard I think I'm going to faint. The junk that fills my room and the photos that cover my wall. Me and you in my locket. Doggy 'niffin and butterfly kisses. Being woken up to a hug from a furry creature. That frustration of my lack of knowledge, it kills me but one thing I do know is that the frustration will eventually go away. When emotions just fit the surrounding music. Reminiscing about old traditions and t.v shows. Stupid stuff, like when I lost the picture out of my locket and found it in my stick on bra 2 months later. The smell and comfort of a book. The contentment of being engrossed. Falling asleep to a dusty old video. Feeling remembered and important. Trips to clarkies and filling a hunger hole. Being comfortable in your own skin. The thrill of disobedience. The knowledge of others' happiness. Finishing their sentences and starting their next one. The peace of quiet acoustic and the energy of loud punk. Consecutive cups of tea. Waking up in someone else's house. The relaxation of having nothing to do and no where to go. The little things, that people take for granted.