Ten.Two Thousand, One Hundred & Twenty-One
The first light creeping through the lacy curtains.
I don’t want to leave my friends. This is the first and only thing I am thinking when I open my eyes.
Salami and cheese and fruit for breakfast. Coffee with almond/oat creamer. Looking out at the sky waiting for the fog to back off so I can see the water.
We squeeze out another thirty minutes before check-out. Goodbye, Dolphin House.
One last meal by the water: open-face BLT with sweet, blood-red tomatoes. French fries. Laughter. A few bites of an apple crisp.
She says she’s not feeling well and that her one friend has Covid. Here we go again.
I head straight to the scissors and the bathroom to begin my hair. It is an excuse for extended quiet time. For more time to process and think and breathe.
It’s as if every single thought is trying to squeeze itself into a tiny rectangle right in the front of my brain where it wants to be seen and felt all of the time.
I miss my friends.
A million gratitudes for all that is and all that wants to be.
