Trunk, and 1947

I’m in a small living room, loft / studio like, with a cabin feel. Mark is here, mom, and some others. I have gotten sick (strep?), and so have been sleeping in my parents bed. I haven’t notified my teachers about me missing class. Every so often, I wake, and look at the clock on the wall. It’s about quarter to 8, but I’m thinking it’s close to 3 (I had to think about this when I was writing). I get up so I can shower, and go to class, even with me still very sick. Outside of the bathroom, … Continue reading Trunk, and 1947