Until Tuesday, Forty-Nine
Hardly seems to matter. I think, I feel, therefore I am.
No worse off than anyone else, real or other.
I stand, then head down the stairs thinking of Amelia.
Perhaps for the first time, we can be together, no matter how long or short it may be.
I can’t remember being this excited about anything for a very long time.
I’m trying to be careful and focused, but visions of Amelia at the beach are overpowering me.
I force myself to stop for a minute, then sit on the nearest stair.
Running up the stairs towards me is my little buddy JoJo. I can’t believe it.
I start to believe everything will be all right, as I stand to continue down.
The skies open and rain pours down. A strange feeling of Deja Vu.
Jojo and I descend towards home.