Ten.Two Thousand, Five Hundred & Twenty-Eight
Can’t miss the sunrise.
I swing my legs over the bed, but then hear his footsteps.
Novelty combined with the familiar. Finding the inside smile.
Answered prayers.
The three of them in their usual places. The three of them for the last time on a first day. The three of them driving away.
And that’s it. The beginning of the end.
They are indeed uniforms. Here we go.
Second thoughts.
He says he complimented him on his shirt. He looked too cool.
Like old times.
