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 I’m 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.