I can be quiet. Sit by the window with a cup of coffee, watch the street sweeper sweep the leaves, and feel the world stop with me. And an hour later, I'm running through the city with a friend, laughing so hard people turn around, popping into the first liquor store they come across for a bottle of rosé because "well, it's Friday," and dancing in the kitchen to music playing on my phone because the battery's . |
