by D. A. Roach
Miss you.
Greg
Huh. I can’t say I expected to hear from him...ever. I walked to my room and put his letter in my desk. I would write back later this weekend. For now, I was going to enjoy my day off and lay out. I gathered my towel, a cold drink and the new young adult novel I picked up at the bookstore and headed to the backyard. Once I was set up, I lay back on the lawn chair and let the sun rays heat my face. I was turning over a new leaf - no more overthinking. Life kept throwing me curve balls and it didn’t seem to do me any good to stew over each change. It mucked with my sleep, it occupied too much of my time, and led to nothin’ good in the end. From now on, I was taking things as they came and dealing with only what was before me.
