leighvemealone
She used to wish that she could be older. It was what every other child did, after all. There were dreams of what would happen when she finally had the world in the palm of her hand. But now? She missed those younger years, when things were easy. How could she not? After all, life wasn't so prone to falling apart, back then. Now, on the other hand? She had a failed marriage, a company going down the drain. And all she wanted was for her mother to let her hide under the covers again, while she went and made grilled cheese and tomato soup. Yeah, she missed being younger. When playing in puddles was socially acceptable, and she didn't have the world resting on her shoulders.