Ten.Two Thousand & Fifty-Seven
2:42 a.m. I give up. I blame it on the moon.
We set a time to connect. She is three hours ahead, so I guess the benefit of this insomnia is that we were able to catch one another in real-time.
I remember that I didn’t respond to her text. She sends me pictures of the family. So much can change in five years.
I make a plan for what I want to do for the day. I do wonder, though, when I might take a nap.
I don’t think I could have done that at her age. I’m proud of her.
The doorbell rings. I am trying to put the pieces together. Who is she? Why is she here? Oh! The article. The article.
When you see Pax Mahle, and you’re wearing a Pax shirt.
I have done none of the things I planned. Zero.
I can’t stop sweating. I remember that I have been awake for 16 hours. I know that is why the reason I can’t talk or explain things.
Another baseball game tomorrow. Do I want them to win?
