The kind of dream you want to wake up from and don’t want to remember.

Cold feet.

He has a tear in his eye. He says it’s because he doesn’t want to go to school. My guess is that he’s just really tired.

I miss white walls.

I don’t buy flowers like I used to. I should change that. They always make me feel so much better.

It’s such a strange feeling to sit in a room and have everyone talk around you as if you’ve already left. Also, she’s not here today. I wish I had known. I forgot my headphones.

I try to steam the wrinkles out of the curtains but it’s not working. I pack up my things and head out. There’s no one to train, no one to help. I let him know I’ll be home early.

I can let this be easy.

They lose by three. I knew they would lose once they got back onto the floor after half time. I could see it in their body language; tired. An unsustainable pace.

I choose leftover soup and a caesar salad for my dinner. Everyone wants to eat all the croutons. Who knew they would become such a thing in our house.