There’s something incredible about the steady calm I’m feeling.I can’t decide whether it’s apathy, or a strange lie I tell myself.
Roscoe is snoring at my feet and his breathing warms my toes.Every so often the muscles in his legs twitch, and I imagine he’s dreaming of open fields and oceans.
Tomorrow is a big day, and I’ve had a total five hours of “sleep” in the past forty eight.Sleep come easy. Please!
