i tripped and fell and wasn't emabarrassed.

i had a really great time.

my brother flies home tomorrow.

i'm terrified.

but, the sky was wide and dark tonight.

nate's out sleeping in the van.

i smell like campfire,

and the basement is lonely.

but that's where i am going,

with the wind and the house sounds my company, the empty room in the corner that scares me to death, and mr bickerson under my arm.

i rub my feet together and i wait for sleep to come.

i tangle my fingers above my head and wonder about what i am doing, sure that things will come together, but unsure how.