4. Foreskin. Even still.
5. Every time I turn off my lights at night, I lay in bed hopelessly trying to fall asleep as the visions and memories of this loss still haunts me. I toss and I turn all night with the feeling of extreme loss and sadness keeping my eyes wetly awake. Then I get a strong whiff of fresh brewed coffee and waffles, open my eyes and realize it's just a dream. That in reality, this is actually NYA watching Seattle make their way to the finals for the 2nd straight season: