“I’m not sure what you’re talking about” by Julia in her bed

Friday October 7, 2016
5 minutes
overheard on Oak St.

We start the day with pancakes and stretching. He tells me, usually, his dreams and who was starring in them. I sit on the toilet waiting for God or something. I sit until I am ready to be around another human being. He understands and is already cooking and singing to himself. He is good for me. We start our day with Mary Oliver and a bacon croissant. We talk about the names we will give our future daughter.