things to account for

Whyn Lewis “Lying Low”

After your stepdad’s father dies and you think your cousins are on drugs again and you miss your dad more than normal, a deep belly laugh helps you remember why you are still here, why you haven’t moved away again. Sitting on the couch with your best friend can count as medicine.

I am very tired tonight, and I don’t have much to write. I am praying that everyone is okay, safe, happy. I am saying thanks that my house is warm and my sheets are clean. I can hear the heater clicking, and it brings me comfort. My dog is at my feet, and her belly is full. I can still feel the big hug my nephew gave me before he went home.