I talked with my dad a few minutes ago and as I had suspected he had no idea what had transpired between Kay and me earlier in the week. I told him about sleeping in my car at the farm and he was fine with it and said that sometimes people just need their space. I told him the stars were magnificent. He did tell me I should have told someone where I went. The thing is, until I actually wound up there, I wasn't exactly sure where i was going.
I didn''t sleep well at all. Not because of the bed arrangement, it was because looking up at the stars I realized how insignificant we are. Not just me; all of us. At the end of the day, nothing really mattered at all. (Waking up to Jack's deep baritone voice yelling my name didn''t help matters any either.)
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