sing me to sleep

     Here's to the last night I will be sleeping in my own bed - the one I have had since a child - with my fan gently blowing the beads of my dream catcher against the wooden headboard, my laptop placed on my nightstand, room darkening deep red curtains pulled shut to block the porch lights from other houses from lighting up my room, in the company of my beloved cats, and only a few yards away from my family.

     I feel that I am not ready to let this all go... There's a lump in my throat, and my nose is tingling. Anxiety has its cold grip upon me and I cannot help but feel so terribly dismal.

     I want to text Wisp during my long trip to help me feel better, but alas, it does not look like that will be happening seeing as my phone is not working. AT&T re-shot a signal to it, but I tested it today myself using Pinger and it still did not go through. I know it is my phone that is messed up because a few days ago I was not receiving the codes google was texting me in order to access my gmail account.

     I do not know if I feel so sad because PristiQ is not being effective or if it is normal. But I do want to cry. And I know I will when I see them leave.

     I got your e-mail, Wisp. I figured this post would be an efficient enough reply. I just.. don't know what to do.