I don’t want to wake up.
Early game. Sneaking across the foyer in my slippers, trying to keep quiet.
Ultralight beam.
I miss her first at-bat trying to make a meal plan and grocery list.
It is windy, but the sun is out, and the warmth of the sun feels good. Blue skies.
I text her back to say that I am slow to respond because I am overwhelmed by their generosity.
This burger better be worth the wait.
Celery juice.
Two cars in the driveway. One of them is the Porsche I remember from a month ago. I tell them not to go over there because they will get pushed into the oven. “They just gave me weird vibes, that’s all.”
The power comes from the legs.
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