Three weeks old

I can breathe, I don't sleep but at least I catch the sunrise and the sunset at least 4 times a week. And my nails don't have those cloudy marks in their growth. My cat curled into bed with me a few times this past month, her tongue isn't like sandpaper, is that not strange? I'm certainly grateful for the four pillows in my bed. My hair colour has changed four times since we said our goodbyes. Does it take 20 mins every day and every night to wash me out of your mind? I've dreamed of classrooms, baby foxes and bunnies. Waterslides, subways, and house parties, Spring break, sunglasses, and forgetting. Christmas dinners, shy smiles, more slides. Parking lots and addiction recovery romances.

Every encounter this year has so far been an experience all on its own.