All That Matters

Time slips by in quiet routines that turn into our normal. The days are soft, happy. It makes me forget all the other things happening around us.

Therapy gets easier, and then harder. It’s like a roller coaster, depending on what new trauma Bria wants to crack open in our sessions. I settle for going to her once a week and I never miss it, never cancel it.

I find myself waking up in Ryker’s bed