Maybe it’s him. Or her. Or the you you used to be. Or home. Or the way your baby used to sleep on your chest. Or 2019. Or 1998. Or your dog. Your first car. That summer on the lake. Your grandma. That job. The one that got away. That time you laughed until you cried. That freedom. That feeling. That night. That year you lost. I’ll see you in my dreams. Meet me there, k?
For sizing reference, Hannah is 5’8 and wearing a large Tisse is 5’5 and wears a medium. 100% cotton