When I got home last night, I quickly checked my mail and found one from my mom. Call me tonight, she ends her letter. A heavy feeling settles within me, I cannot explain it. I try to shrug it off, I try to sleep it off, I try to think of something else. Maybe that's why, lying awake and unable to sleep last night, I tried to immerse in the most trivial of things, just for diversion.
Headlights make odd shapes and forms silhouette against the windows.
I roll to my left, my back to the light. I wonder how life's going to be living with my parents again. The clock ticks. All Rights Reserved.