For the past thirty minutes, I’ve been lying on my floor, playing my Ibanez that I haven’t touched in months. His name is Samuel (I usually just call him Sammy). He’s a gift from my grandfather when I visited my grandparents in Texas by myself in 2008.

I’d almost forgotten how much I love this guitar, and I’ve never felt so at peace playing like today. I think I’ll lie on the floor and play my guitars more often from now on. :P

Btw, I like to tuck my feet in my sweatpants.