badams
It wasn't even Sunday...for God's sake, if you are going to ask people to breakfast at 8:00 am on a Wednesday, what right do you think you have to call it brunch? Heaven help me, I am going to throttle my Mother in Law before this is over.
It gave me one more twist...that was as tight as it would go. I lifted my toes from the ground and let it happen. The swing spun me fast enough to force my eyes closed...but not enough to force you out of my thoughts.
I never left. All those years dreaming of the world and the difference I would make in it...I never left.
Turns out, you were the difference I made. And I love this town.
It never even occurred to her until today. Why would she spend so much time on the Goddamned treadmill when all she got was more sweat? Hot flashes already filled that role in her life. Who needed more misery?