Homework is not an option. My bed is sending out serious nap rays. I can’t help myself. The fluffy pillows and warm comforter are more powerful than I am. I have no choice but to snuggle under the covers.
I used to walk into a room full of people and wonder if they liked me… now I look around and wonder if I like them.
Are you going to class today?
I don’t know if I’m emotionally ready.