foldstay.

dear fleur.

it is officially 4:10am. isn't that gorgeous?
i actually did sleep for an hour or two tonight. and i had a dream.

i was sitting on the porch of a house by the ocean. making paper airplanes with a little boy. he was lovely. sharp brown eyes. hair like coffee beans and feathers. a tee shirt. and boxer shorts. he was 6 years old (funny. my little sister wrote a facebook note about being six).
i sat next to him and wrote love letters on each paper and drew little hearts.
every time he made a crease in the paper, he would say, "fold. stay." but he would say it like it was one word.
i liked that.
and then we took our 100 paper airplanes with love letters written on them and threw them into the ocean. they never hit the water. they just sailed off into the blue. it was beautiful.
i stood there in big ugg boots and a guy's pajama shirt. my arm around the little boy. then he kissed my leg and ran back to the house.
a man was calling us in to breakfast.

i think i'm going to go try to sleep some more.
or make paper airplanes.
(ugh. my lips are so chapped they keep splitting. gross. i feel like i never stop using my chapstick though.)

love. bella.

p.s. all photo credit goes to hearblack.