Ten.Two Thousand, Six Hundred & Ninety-One
Day three.
The best part of Wednesdays is knowing I don’t have to leave for at least one more hour.
They’ve all locked themselves out of important things today—cars, a house. I won’t be next. I did meditate today afterall.
“1 year, 3 years, 5 years,” she says.
Platillo.
I thought we’d have the place all to ourselves.
Timing.
But the thing is, it doesn’t have to be this way.
A wave of nausea and a splitting headache. Was it the heat?
Hopefully, this won’t last.