Luci
I didn’t sleep much last night, tossing and turning most of the night. I sometimes wish I was one of those people who was tougher with my feelings. Able to deflect them and bury them better. But it’s not me. I have to work through them sooner rather than later. I feel too much empathy at times and it can hurt.
Deciding it’s pointless to lay in bed any longer, I get up and start finishing my history essay. I only have one piece left thankfully. As I make my coffee, I think over yesterday again wishing some old ghosts would disappear forever.
Easton’s ears must be burning because he texts me. “Hope you slept Luci.”
Wish I did. “Did your dinner go well?" I ask without answering him.
"About as expected. We are taking Cole to the zoo today with my dad."
"Have fun."
I reread the mess
