I was on your whiteboard once, we were on your to-do list. Those are just words you can erase… and the slate is proabably already wiped clean. But I hope not, but they probably are. A knock at the door, this waiting game sucks. Distance can’t be breached by only one person. I put my phone down, pull the covers up over my head, and hide from the daylight just the way you taught me for just a little longer, because I dream at your house.