short story
2003-11-19 - 9:20 p.m.

Its only 9 o’clock and its feels like its got to be close to midnight. For some reason I find myself staying up too late watching old episodes of Cops and shows of the same caliber.

My mom’s friend comes over on Wednesdays to visit and also to help changing my trache. She’s a nurse at a gynecologists office but she’s still a nurse and knows the basic procedures. Dixie is her name and she’s a good friend to me as well as my mom; we always have real conversations about the hard things in life and she always rubs my foot. Just one of them.

I was about to say something but I got nervous and I still am so bye.