I can’t seem to write today. I’ve tried but I’ve rewritten a draft about three times. I’ve been listening to Mew all day long. I want to leave work and go have a boba while I work on my idea for a book. I want to have some tea and watch While You Were Sleeping. I want to knit a scarf and bake some cookies. I want to be in the garden, planting vegetables. I want to be playing piano while it’s raining outside. I want to organize my closet. I want to draw and listen to Mew all day long. I want to be anywhere but here, where I am now. Is that sad? I don’t think so. It’s the truth.

Don’t be back late, she said. Don’t worry if I am.