The dishes pile up. My readings aren't done. The dog peed on the floor, again. Rejected by that internship. Rejected by that other internship . Can I just do hair for a living? I'd love to do hair for a living. Bills need to be paid. I need to graduate. He walks through the door. His smile. He wraps his arms around me and I take a deep breath in. And out and in. And out and in. His beautiful smile. Things aren't so bad.















