My aunt lives in the same town as me, and every so often I sleep over her house. Usually we have a great evening and talk until late about my life and hers. In the mornings, we have a lazy, late breakfast and I get home before noon.
We had been planning on last Friday for months, and I was really excited for it. Actually, it was one of the only things getting me through the week. I was going to spill out my whole heart to her, tell her about how I’m questioning and how confusing it is and such.
When she came to pick me up, though, right off she told me about her horrible day. We kind of wandered around town in her car for a bit, trying to decide what to do for dinner. Then all of a sudden we were off to the movie theater to watch “The Incredibles