Chapter 10. Cont. One A Day
Daytime again.
The familiar drumming of fingers danced across my bedroom door to signal that it was time to wake up and get ready.
I stretched.
I sat up and studied the clothes on the hangers in the closet, hoping to pick something before moving from the bed.
I could smell Mom’s coffee peeking in from the kitchen.
I’d finished another letter to TJ.
One a day.
It sat atop my desk with a stamp on it, propped against the palm tree lamp as though it were magnificent art on display.
On our way out the door, Dad tied his boots.
I remembered when I was four and used to help him tie his police boots before work.
I didn’t exactly know how to tie a bow.
I would tie a knot and then stick the laces through the backside of the shoelace in order to mimic little rabbit ears.
I headed out after he did.
He headed out to work.
I stopped by the mailbox on the way to the bus stop.
Off we went to another day.



Oooo now what's this world going to look like? And be like? Can't wait!