February 3, 2015

She said, “I matter,” loudest of all.

February 2, 2015

She looked him in the eye and said, “I came back.”

“This guy bothering you?” came a crackling voice that would become smooth and deep within the year.

I can probably call Carrie. She will come and hug me and it will be okay to leave and she will go with me to the wig store.

“Hey, babe,” he said, “want to go outside?”

Yeah, Robby’s got a secret, all right, and I’m gonna pull it out of him tonight.

WTF where is he with that squirrel? What even is a squirrel?

She looked relieved, “I suppose one drink is fine. I’ll just call Cole and ask him if it’s okay.”

Today it is snowing like when I was born, only I’m not being born.

I feel like I am dangerously close to living a parallel life—dream world and reality coexisting.