No, you are wrong.
No, calender, no, phone, no, newspaper, television, school diary. You are wrong. Today is not a Thursday. It can’t be. My last sac was today, which makes it the holidays now, in my mind, which makes today FRIDAY. Yes. Friday, not Thursday. Today is Friday, and tomorrow is actually just a few hours squeezed in between the hours of my extended Friday night. Seriously. You’ve all just...
I want to disappear into the fog.
And end up somewhere cold. With a constant flurry of snow, and warm wood fires, with the smells of smoke engulfing an entire town, like a cloud of comfort. I want the hot chocolates that are necessary regardless of taste, just to warm up from the bitter cold. I want overheated bedrooms, and layer upon layer of clothing. Ice skating, and snow-capped mountains, and a cosy bed to fall into at the end...
The ocean is flat and sky blue today, the wind has barely blown, and all I want to do is go swimming. I am going to miss riding my bike along the beach to school. It’s pre-moving reminiscent sadness time guys!
If at first you don't make tea,
chai, chai again.