Ten.Two Thousand, One Hundred & Thirty
Should have taken the day off.
No school, no morning madness.
Can I go back under the covers now?
I need two screens.
The incessant beeping of the cherry picker.
The way she makes me laugh.
Another meeting where I feel my heart in my throat. I push my index fingers into my temples. I need this to be over.
He says he can tell the coaches are angry that he’s sitting out. I tell him I’m proud of him for making a mature decision that takes care of himself. Two weeks is a blip in a high school career - in a life.
I’ll know in the morning.
Couldn’t it be easier than this?
