Ten.One Thousand, Two Hundred & Sixteen
Uncomfortable.
We both look toward the sky. “About two hours until it begins,” he says.
Two eggs, avocado, fruit, coffee. Conversation. I wish I had more time.
I sit in front of the fireplace and start to ask myself all of the questions that I haven’t stopped to ask myself.
If I don’t eat now, I won’t eat at all. I eat the whole plate of pasta, some vegetables, and the whole dessert.
Effort. Focus. Power.
I tell her that tonight is the night to beat them; that the last three games are the best games we’ve had in the new year.
He stops and tells them that they kicked his team’s butt. That the outcome didn’t reflect what they did on the floor.
She asks me if I’m okay. I tell her that I’m just tired.
Just need to sleep.
