It’s not really a nightmare, but I still want to wake myself up.

Rain pounding on the roof.

Apple crisp for breakfast.

He texts me and says that he’s thrown up three times. Uh oh. Oh no. I find myself a mask and go check in on him.

This will be the last one.

Vacation looks good on me. Ocean air looks good on me. Mountain views look good on me. Connection looks good on me.

Cheese instead of cake.

Are we still doing an egg hunt?

I ask her friend if she knows anything about whether or not cows can walk downstairs.

I am thinking too much about Monday.