Ten.Two Thousand & Twenty-Two
Not yet.
I debate whether or not I should wake him up or force him to go. I decide he needs the rest, and, honestly, so do I.
Where is the sun?
I start to circle every one of the bullet points. I hear my voice in all of these.
I read the last pages of the book and feel my body shaking from the inside. Rare to feel them during the daytime. I usually never feel them during the day. Maybe Iām too relaxed.
Ghost Hunters while resting in bed.
Still no sun.
But sometimes, he does listen to me, and then I realize that all is not lost after all.
Homemade croutons. Crisp lettuce. Pancetta and onions and penne.
Everything is changing. Nothing stays the same.