Say What's Real: Eggs and Burnt Toast.
Saturday March 20, 2010
[Fall 2008.]
The morning sun made its way through the tiny window in my bedroom. I had been watching it for hours, wishing I could, for the love of God, get just a little more sleep. I didn’t have to be up for the next three hours, yet there I was, wide fuckin’ awake— thinking of the events that…
aww Sarah thanks!! haha just kidding. I’ll one up you and make that person eggs and perfectly cooked toast! hahah…just kidding again, ok I’ll stop now. Whoever you are, feel better! and Sarah, I like your writing.
