Ten.Two Thousand, Four Hundred & Ninety-One
A good and deep stretch is exactly what I needed.
Trip prep.
I check my phone. Nothing from him. That’s a good thing. Hopefully, it means that he actually rested.
How many books can I fit in my bag? Should I pack any at all? Just a notebook? My journal?
Three carnitas in the shade.
I sit along the edge of the pool and drink a little bit of the pink elephant as I tilt my face towards the sun.
She says the word firecracker and I chuckle.
The smell of hair day.
Am I ready? Yes, and no.
31 days.