I couldn't sleep much. After everything that happened last night, leaving Malia's house even though I didn't want to, it took so much for me to take a step back for a minute to just give myself some time from the unexpected revelation. And so when I went home to decompress, I found myself wanting to get out of bed as soon as I got in it and race down to Queens to get back to them. I was restless, my whole body wanting to run miles even though my brain tells me to lie the fuck down and just not do anything. I chose the latter, reminding myself that I needed to pick them up in the morning.
I was processing everything in my head for what seemed like forever, and when I checked the time it was already four in the morning. Needless to say, I only slept a couple of hours before my alarm blared and I jumped out of bed, showered, clothed, and get out. All in fifteen minutes, my hair still partially wet from the haphazard drying I did before ditching it altogether.
