If anyone from my high school is reading this, they’re probably wondering, “When is she going to mention the year or two she looked anorexic?”
Waking up in someone else’s bed (a petsit owner’s, to be clear, next to my husband), I have to wonder – where can I look to find what time it is?
My phone is all the way across the space charging in the kitchen, but lookee, there is an alarm clock blaring in red letters that it is 3:36am.
I feel cold because the top, woolen blanket has come off of my in my sleep. I tug it back on, but it feels too warm. I lay as still as possible, hoping doing so well help me re-enter slumber…