Ten.Two Thousand & Eighty
Already.
What is the source of the tears?
The office is quiet and warm. The fans in the hallway are whirring. Who left these on? My water glass in on the counter. The orchids are beginning to droop.
“How was it?” they ask. Every time I think about the last few days, I think of how easy the days were. “I laughed so much. I needed it.”
Why is she one of my favorites? Because she’s real. She’s smart. She’s kind. She’s thoughtful. She’s so fucking funny. She’s herself and I love her very much. I should tell her that.
I think of the green and the river and how soft my skin felt.
Overwhelmed.
I’ve said too much. She’s heard too much. I am going to have to shift my language.
I inhale the chicken fajitas. It’s not even that good; I am just that hungry.
I could use the break.
