ice cream in the morning, and songs / lucky, that she is

at some point, i need to thank him for making me feel better about the day. i didn't want to get up this morning; i was dreading what awaited me. but. what you gave, it was as good as ice cream, the song and the conversation and everything. i felt better by noon and the feeling-better hasn't drained yet, despite all of this (shakes head). thank you for your kindness.

it also gets me a bit, that there's an adult out there who, equipped with his "i gave blood" stickers and his morning dose of ice cream and songs, found the start of the day just fine. the outside world is a lot, but not in every moment you breathe. i forgot. and i didn't feel quite as crushed. a scraped knee with a bandaid on it, now.

thanks.