I used to sleep in the bedroom that was opposite our neighbour's driveway. They would always drive home at odd hours of night, and reverse their car down the slope. The headlights shone through my bedroom window. Creeping up from my window sill and taking over my ceiling. I'd prop my pillow on the sill and watch the shadows play and the shapes come and go. And although I don't know how exactly - it always felt like Christmas eve ... waiting for someone you've never really known drop by.
This gold skirt reminds me of Cassie - and Cassie reminds me of this girl I know who swore she could feel memories before they even became memories. I think I laughed at the time - but now, years on, I know what she meant.