Ten.Two Thousand, Five Hundred & Seventy-Seven
I want to stay asleep, but I know I must wake.
Big, full moon.
He’s making a mental list of all the other things he should be doing. I think he might be regretting this.
This is why you don’t bring Mom and Dad to the party.
I should be eating my lunch, but I can’t stop eating this wint-o-green mints.
Let the little things stay little.
I linger because I find it all a bit entertaining. But also worrisome.
Wait. I’m not supposed to care this much.
This.
Cold chilaquiles.