I am tired, just exhausted. There are no words to speak. I’m grumpy in my head.

The mattress sat against the wall because we’ll… I hadn’t fixed the bed.

There are moments for reflection, and there are times to pace the floor.

There are words that lose expression if you leave and find the door.

There are times I guess when silence is the only thing that’s said.

And grab the screws and hammer and just fix aforementioned bed.