Going On 18

I woke up this morning, and, in that hazy half-dream state realized that I didn’t know how old I am. First I thought I was 24, and then was horrified to realize that I’m 32. Except, I’m really 38. And then, once I got fully awake, I realized that some morning, I could wake up and forget my age, and think I’m 24, but will really be 65! If I’m lucky, that is. Holy shit, that will be a sucky morning.

Just for today, I have to stop and think to remember my age.



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