Ten.Two Thousand, Six Hundred & Fifty-Seven
Last day of the work week.
A quick set for the arms and core.
I tell her that it’s the environment. Sensory overload almost every day. Trapped.
More questions than answers.
Everyone keeps asking me how I feel. How am I supposed to feel? My answer doesn’t seem to be what everyone imagines it should be.
Impossible to focus.
We decide that it’s better to roast a bit in the sun than to sit inside.
I tell her that I wasn’t trying to be a hammer today; I wanted to be more like a high five.
She realizes that we will not get a break from basketball.
He’s wearing cowboy boots with his scrubs.