Ten.Two Thousand, Six Hundred & Four
Do I need to get up? Do I want to get up?
The fog is so thick that I can’t see what’s in front of me. The light from the flashlight is making it worse.
Fire in the fireplace and a hot cup of coffee.
I can do one more day, right?
Wait. I’ve locked myself out of the car.
If this is where we are now, think of where we could be later.
Progress over perfection.
“But I don’t hate it.”
Do they trust and believe?
Creamy tortellini soup.
