Last sunday we had the sweetest buttermilk pancakes.
They were like pure gold shaped in the head of Mickey Mouse. We talked about eating them for the rest of our lives.
Little pieces of glitter were in the air. Glitter that only comes from a good weekend and hints of certainty.
But it doesn't always last, you know?
Today the glitter has settled and it's nothing but a thin layer of dust that I don't have the will or motivation to clean, because that means it's over.
We had pancakes again, but they weren't as sweet because those hints weren't served on the side.
I took a Sunday Nap, which I never do, because I was up until 3am, and I took a shower at 6.
It's been a weird day.
I'm trying not to give my uncertainty any satisfaction. It doesn't deserve it.
We talked on the phone tonight even though they are in a different state.
I love them.
Sometimes you need to wipe up the dust and just make your own freaking glitter.
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