I woke up at 3:42 this morning. I know this, because it adds up to 9. I’m not sure what my fascination with the number 9 is, but it’s something that sticks out in my head. When I put numbers in stories, such as weight, addresses, whatever, I make a conscious effort to make them add up to 9. This isn’t something new, I don’t think, but years and years of 9’s.
I woke up at 3:42 this morning, my head full of nightmares. I was dreaming of people I hadn’t thought of in a long, long time. I don’t know if there would be a good time for this, ever, but especially not this week, the last official week of class, the hell week before the time reserved for finals starts up.
Her name was a translation for peace, and I remember when I first met her that if I ever had a daughter, I would use her name.
But then I found out why she was there.
In an effort to be preemptive, I’ll warn that this will definitely not be work safe. It will be unpleasant and graphic. I just thought I’d warn you.
Lyrical Fool 