I hear a train moaning in the distance, &I woke up this morning in a sweat, peeled off my soaking tee, &lay quietly under covers too heavy for this weather. "Must`ve sweated out that fever," I thought to myself.
I don`t get sick often. Or at least I don`t admit it when I am.
But today. Today, I am sick. I am easily whelmed over &take every comment personally. I curl up inside of myself and listen to Bon Iver`s For Emma, For Ever Ago. I pretend that I am grown up &will live in an apartment somewhere, and maybe work two jobs, &share meals with a roommate or two. I think that college doesn`t prepare me for what`s next as well as they say it does. I`m finding the beginning of wisdom starts by loving others. I don`t know if it`s worth it quite yet. I`d like to think so. I really would.
"I`m not a fan of danger," she says.
There will be more than just falling a sleep this time.