What is that sound? Oh, yes. I need to get up.

I decide to give them until 1:20 a.m. and then immediately regret it.

I will never be able to go back to sleep. I know it.

But I’d like to feel this way all of the time.

I take the cherry pitter out of my purse and laugh.

She sends me a picture of her holding up an “I (heart) D.C.” shirt on the bus.

I make the executive decision to put my jeans back on and work from home.

I put my shoes on and think to myself how grateful I am for what that place gave me: a few lifelong friends.

I’m pretty sure he hit something.

Sometimes, the right words are hard to find.