Today would have been a perfect day to stick my head out from
under the blankets, turn off the alarm, wrap Jacob's shirt just a
little tighter around my bones and go back to sleep for the rest of
the day. I could have dreamed about him, or just slept a dreamless
sleep on drugs like I mostly do now.
Oh, and the mail. I have
to change a whole bunch of stuff. I didn't do it before. I thought he
would come back for me.
On second thought, I just need to
cancel today. No, the week. The whole rest of it. All of it.
If
it wasn't for Ruth and Henry I would most certainly be dead by
now.
Shh. Fuck. I didn't say it. I just think it alot.
