it’s something that i’m s’posed to be

This looks familiar, vaguely familiar. My alarm goes off, and I can’t. It feels like there’s something far heavier than my flannel bunny sheets and blue fleece blanket pressing down on my chest. The contents of my brain and heart resemble the results of when I try to make a slow cooker soup from aContinue reading “it’s something that i’m s’posed to be”