Ten.Two Thousand, Three Hundred & Seventy-Four
Still adjusting to being beholden to the alarm clock again.
Game day.
I burn the remaining wishes and pull cards until there is just one more wish left. I unfold the slim piece of paper to read it and laugh to myself because it is one of my biggest wishes. But it’s not impossible.
We talk about going back. Could we go back now that this one thing has changed? So many things would have to change, wouldn’t they? But we just miss the people.
Well. That was weird.
Disappointed but not surprised.
Grocery store hugs.
She asks me about my day at work. I tell her that two people have quit and another is about to go on leave, so it’s just an interesting time. It’s an interesting time.
All of a sudden, nerves. Like it’s my very first game. What an odd feeling.
One of the more significant deficits of the season. But the gap didn’t seem that wide. But also, it was big.
