![]() Thankfully I had enough foresight when I left earlier to start the slow cooker. I roll into the driveway at 5:45, throw the car in park and rush into the house. All I needed to do was hurry, everything will be fine. Finally, as soon as the light turns green I slam on the gas. ![]() ![]() Why is it that the only time I am running late, every single light catches me? “Fuck! Just fucking change!” I just know if I am not home in the next ten minutes all hell will break loose. After all, what good does it do to miss a ghost?Ĭome on…come on… I silently beg the light to change. So fucking much, even though I know I shouldn’t. I miss my dreams, the sun, and I miss him. The day that my dreams turned into nightmares. The day the sun stopped shining and my world turned gray. Taking a frustrated breath, I remember…I gave up pleading to the heavens years ago. Traffic? Boss needed help? Hell, at this point I would even pray for his shoe being untied.ĪNYTHING to give me just five extra minutes. ![]()
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