around. you’d think it was a chorus of girls laughing. giggling. i imagined her laughing so hard she had tears in her eyes, but i’d never get close enough to see. maybe she was just wiping off sweat.
was she wiping off sweat? did she sweat? was this hard for her? i hoped it was because it was hard for me and she made it look so easy. like a game. like she was playing.
huff and puff my way. think i’m gonna pass out.
there it was again. always the voice. always the encouragement when i was having a moment of self doubt. when i felt done for sure. there was the 