April 11, 2003
The fantasy became so real. Then the phone rang at 11:05pm, I actually smiled, it was coming true. It wasn’t quite late enough that it had to be. In fact, it probably wasn’t late enough to possibly be what I imagined. Then my call waiting beeped. It was more likely, but I was already resigned and clicked over more curious than hopeful. It was my Mom. It’s funny, the fantasy didn’t even come to me right away, I’m further on the road to recovery than I thought. But it came, I had to go with it. It’s too late now.