It's like a virus. I have no reason to feel this way. Basically it took my everything to just exist through this day and I couldn't even go to Carter's game. Bed to couch to loveseat to bed to standing over the stove eating brownies out of the pan.
Gray brought down my carry-on suitcase, booming down each step. "I put something in the zipper pocket with your books so that you can remember me." It was his little stuffed polar bear named Lee.
"Mommy doesn't feel well." I just caught it somehow and I really hope I feel better in the morning.