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1:59

It's Sunday night - or Monday morning, whatever - and my mom is out of town for business.
She left Saturday morning and is coming back on Wednesday.

I'm laying in my bed with all of the lights off, and staring at my ceiling.

Rae didn't come over yesterday and I didn't bother to look for her.

On Friday, Rae walked me back to a point where I knew where I was.
Then she split off and went somewhere.
The walk was very quiet but I didn't mind.
So many things were said that needed to be, and we needed time for them to sink in.

I miss her.

I run my fingers through my hair and groan.
I have been trying to sleep since nine-thirty but have gotten nowhere.
I get up to turn the light on and climb back in bed.
My eyes close and I somehow manage to find sleep.

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6:15

My alarm blares in my ear for the forth time and I roll over.
My light is still on and I'm more exhausted than usual.
I grab a some clothes for the day.

The shower is cold but I don't mind.
It reminds me of her.

Is this how it's going to be when she's gone?
Everything I do acting as a constant reminder?
God, I hope not.

I've been parking in the driveway because Rae gets skittish when she has to go in the garage.
Or, when I go in the garage.

It's warm today.
I'm wearing jeans and my Rolling Stones t-shirt.
Rae would wear my other one while I wore this one.

I roll the windows down.
The smell of rain and morning air fills my senses.
This has been one of my favorite things about this state.

If I had to describe Rae as one thing, it would be what she aspires to be.

Rain.

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