I heard Trey playing an old Run DMC cd in the kitchen as I stepped out of the shower. All of a sudden, I was fifteen again, sitting in Colton's mom's kitchen eating her famous meatballs around their old dining table. I remembered how one leg of the table was too short and she used to fold up take out menus and pop them under the leg to even things out. I remember us trying to break dance after dinner and Trey getting a stomach ache so bad, that his Mom had to drive him home. The memory caught me off guard and I grabbed a hold of the bed frame, steeling myself.
Maryam told me that sometimes thoughts like this would blindside me, coming from nowhere, on a day when things had been going pretty good. And they had been good. I managed to drag on my jeans, and to sit down on the bed, without on
