Ten.Two Thousand, Six Hundred & Forty-Five
Today’s the day.
I take my time getting out of the door, which is a bonus, because it means that I am walking in the daylight.
Her face and her voice and her laugh. Has it really been seven years since we last saw each other in person. The world has changed so much since then.
First stop: the ocean.
Collected shorty stories by Lydia Davis while listening to the waves crash. Young women8 who look they should be in school walking along the shore line. But surely, if I lived here, I’d skip, too.
Grocery store sushi because I forgot to eat breakfast.
A hug from him in the main office.
A hug from her, our first time meeting each other in person, in the dining hall before I pile on more chicken and chimichurri onto my plate.
I slide scoops of chocolate pot de creme with a coconut whipped cream into my mouth and text her that the food is still a 10 out of 10.
A little bag of caramel corn for a late night snack.
