Ten.Two Thousand, Four Hundred & Three
I could get up now, or I could lay here a little longer under the weight of the blanket.
Just a few more minutes.
Bright morning light sneaking through the valley.
Glad to know it wasn’t my imagination.
Slow and steady.
A bag full of lemons.
A handful of wint-o-green lifesavers stuffed into the cupholder.
I don’t think I really want to meet in person. I know what this conversation is going to be about.
But I get it. I’m the only one who can do it. Whatever gives them the most confidence, I guess?
And then again, there is this time together that we otherwise would not have, and that makes it worth it.
