So we have these things called sleeping porches in sorority houses. No, I don't sleep outside on a porch, though lately it feels that way. They're rooms that we sleep in on bunk beds...sort of like in the army. Or prison. And in my house, there's no insulation. So this morning, I woke up to... Continue Reading →
No feeling matches this stirring in my bed, expecting to be at school then opening my eyes and...home. Where every moment feels slowed down a bubbled sanctuary from the world as nothing touches me but softness -- the hugs of my mother the quilt of my youth the cat sitting on my face.