Taylor

On the Fourth of July, sunlight warms my face, awakening me from my dreams. I roll to my left, noticing a note on my nightstand. Sitting up, I unfold the note.

Had to run to the YMCA until noon. Be ready. We are going out for lunch and shopping all afternoon.

Love,

Kennedy

I glance at my phone on the charger. It’s already ten. Slipping from bed, I shuffle to the kitchen. I grab a Diet Coke and a protein bar for breakfast. Mentally calculate the time I ...