The kitchen is currently a laundromat as I wait for my cardigan to be done in the dryer.
I’m down to two boxes of girl scout cookies, the packages left open, awaiting my wandering eyes and fingers each and every time I pass them lying innocently on the table.
Mom fixed my hair and everyone thinks it’s black. But I like it against my pale skin so I let them believe what they want.
She called me before her flight took off today and even though I was driving, I pretended to be at home just so I could talk to her.
She got the call. She’s going to be okay and she wanted me to be the first to know. 
I’m still waiting on that cardigan.
I’m going to work so I can sit in the cafe and study. I’ve replaced TV with textbooks and social interaction with coffee.

The only thing my lips have touched is the rim of a ceramic mug.