I look at the calendar
hanging on the wall above my bed. I reach up, lift it
off its nail with one hand and snuggle back under the
covers, taking the calendar with me and running a
finger over all the red Xs marked over all the days
leading up to this one. It’s a little cold out, and
the last thing in the universe I want to do is catch
an effing cold the week of my birthday, so I snuggle
down into the warmth of my flannel sheets even more.
I know there’s going to be parties this weekend, and
I’m going to want to go.
This is what I’ve been waiting for all these months.
All these years, I guess, though before my friends
started getting theirs, it didn’t seem like such a big
deal. We were all No-Knows then.
Tomorrow, I’m finally going to feel like I belong.
Tomorrow, I’m going to find out how I die.
Rated PG. Contains allusions to profanity and some sexual implication.
Metamor City Podcast