Oh Well.
I’m wrapped up in blankets, pulling them tight, up to my nose. I’m looking out the window and I’m watching dog walkers and joggers and mailmen and the sun makes their shadows dance.
My room is the color of broth.
Someone is stroking my head and I’m shivering and smiling.
“Get your hopes up. Cause one of these days you’re going to hope just right.”
A couple more oh wells, and I’m fast asleep.
