Peace of Mind

Peace of Mind

I’m short of breath. I just dropped her off at the airport and I keep thinking I forgot something. I check my pockets every few minutes and I hold on tight to the water bottle she gave me to take back home.

‘Home’, yesterday she called her apartment ‘our home’. As if it wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. She told me I could hold on to her keys, to watch her house while she’s gone. Continue reading