Ten.Two Thousand, Five Hundred & Seventy
Cool air slipping beneath the covers.
I hear a noise in the trees. It’s too dark for me to see exactly what it is, but I think it’s the turkey, or the turkeys. I quicken my pace to avoid having to see what it is.
Tomorrow I’ll walk the other way.
I talk myself out of it because there’s simply not enough time.
Dark and quiet. Just like I like it.
He says “die” and “death” and I can’t help but laugh to myself. This is going to be interesting.
Finally done with these.
Just me and him in the gym. 2010’s playlist. Finding my rhythm.
Maybe, one day, this will be me sitting here in these chair supervising.
Klondike bar. Heath.
