Ten.Two Thousand, Seven Hundred & Twenty-Seven
Stretch and more stretch.
Maybe this is it.
One quarter of an Under-Study cinnamon roll. The very last bite, I taste a familiar flavor. Like that artificial sweetness or spice from those small cinnamon rolls you could buy at the gas station in the clear cellophane.
I knew I wasn’t going to be able to control myself. I’ve been daydreaming about a fight for the past 12 hours. And I’ve had too much coffee.
A crispy Pink Lady apple.
Perfect lunch weather.
Trying to remember all there is to look forward to. There are things to look forward to.
Like nothing happened.
I reschedule the doctor’s appointment because I just want the morning to feel easy and free.
The highlighter yellow color of Sonia Cirton’s shoes.