Reid@YWP

"Please remember 

the milk 

from the store," 

that's what the note says. 

But it doesn't matter anyway 

because his mind, his memory, stays sharp as a tack. 

To be human is a complex web of 

emotion, of 

trial and error, of 

experience without knowing what lies ahead 

but still turning one's face towards the sun, accepting 

I dreamed 

I was mist 

Blanketing the forest 

Comforting the trees 

Beautifully. 

I dreamed 

I am a 17-year-old girl who has jumped through several hoops to get to where I am today in life. 

I have spent my teenage years healing the younger me. 

Sadie St. Claire stood on the top porch step, a purple backpack in her hand and a smile on her face. 

I am up 

with the sun, 

an ancient plate 

in danger of breaking 

holds pancakes 

and fruit.

I wait 

I watch. 

The earliest wakers