tomorrow’s rory’s first day of senior year. she cannot sleep. it’s two in the morning, so she sinks into the couch and eats ramen.
she’s figures her mother is out again. partying with friends, maybe? with a guy? another night alone. she writes a poem about it. she tries not to be bothered, but can’t help, but wish things were different.
to wish her mother was on the couch with her, reassuring her that tomorrow will be okay. rory throws the dish in the sink and drags to bed. at least she gets to see her friends tomorrow. escaping...














