Ten.Two Thousand & Eighty-Five
Monday, Monday, Monday.
I hit send.
The crunch of gravel underneath my heels and the cars zooming up and down the trail.
Not long enough, I say to myself. But I try to remember that it is a gift.
The extra soy sauce was a bad idea.
I think of all the things that need to be done before school begins again. How is it already time? Why do I feel like I’m out of time?
“Everyone went on vacation at the same time. Everyone quit at the same time.” I laugh and laugh and laugh. He probably doesn’t think it’s as funny as I do.
Defense day.
I explain what I’m thinking, and I think he gets it.
Shower dancing.
