Ten.Two Thousand, Two Hundred & Seventy-Eight
Just a few more minutes.
In my mind, a piece of paper. And on the paper, five columns. And inside the columns, lists of things.
I look up and see spider webs again for the first time in a while.
These views from here are always worth it.
All you need is a plan.
I slip on the dress and remember just how long I’ve had it. Clothing resale. Naperville. All those racks.
So distracted I can’t even write the words.
Where did my nose ring go?
But how do I want to feel?
Tomorrow. 5 a.m.