- No, body. You’re not in charge.
- Every step of the day is begrudging. I coax myself through school, chores, dinner, work, my spirit tugging my soul along behind it. Just a little further.
- How easily I surrendered the peace I ran to receive.
- But when they ask how it’s going, I tell them the truth with a smile. A real one. One that doesn’t match the words I’m saying but surely comes from somewhere.
- I add a second curtain rod, cover her window, and pray.
- Her sensors pick up everything I feel. I spend a large portion of my day getting on my knees, down on her level, to hold her and help her say how she feels. Neither of us is really sure.
- The fear in his voice presses exactly the right(wrong) spot in my heart. I want to rush to his side, but the bitter truth is that I wouldn’t know what to do when I got there.
- Tomorrow is a day off–which means work. There’s so much I need to do, so much I could do, in that 7 hours, but I don’t know where to start.
- Ideas.
- Oh, heating pad. You understand.
