I’m so tired. But Mary wants to come over. But i’ve got my big dolphin blanket. But she’s probably already on her way.
Every night after I turn off my light and adjust myself in bed, pulling my comforter over my face, I always think about time. How I spent my day, the things I could have done, and how weird it is to know that what was my future when I woke up is now my past. The concept of time is very simple but to me it is intriguing.
