Sunday I will be sleeping in a different bedroom in a different house, and when I refer to the room and the bed I’m presently typing from, I will call it “old bedroom.”
I grew up in a time that not only had answering machines, but people genuinely missed your call and were eager to return it so they could speak to you with their mouths through a receiver. It was insane, but it’s all we knew.
Do you want me to stop? I blinked away the tears that seared the corners of my eyes. No, let’s keep going. Are you sure, we have a whole hour, you know. You can stop, collect yourself… No, I don’t want to stop. Okay, we’ll keep going, just remember to breath. In inhaled sharply, letting […]