. I don’t sleep as good without the cough medicine. I’m more aware of my surroundings, my dreams a bit more lucid. I’m awake before my alarm goes off. At least I don’t have slurry brain this morning.
. The tones of the sky are blue-grey. Everything is tinted with these cool colors. Such a contrast to last night’s pink light that shimmered through the trees.
. I find myself already getting bored with this practice. This is my way. New things lose their shine quickly. I’ll stick with it for now, though. I feel there is something here.
. She can tell I didn’t sleep great.
. Everyone is acting so weird. I keep my door closed and keep to myself.
. An ad on the radio mentions Halloween. I think about what I was doing last year for Halloween and quickly push the memory out of my head.
. The rain is torrential. It’s filling up my boots with water. I’m surprised I don’t mind. Cars honk at each other in the Chevy Chase intersection. This is why I don’t mind being out here instead of in my car.
. I work on our writing assignment. I make notes about Parmesan, gochujang, flavors, and memory. I feel silly writing from a prescribed perspective. This is not my style. And that’s ok.
. She tells me I should try to figure out why I left. I don’t want to think about it.