I threw him a life jacket, physically and metaphorically. I saw brand new life jackets at a garage sale and my mum suggested I asked if he needed them. I didn't want to but in the end I guess the gesture made a friendlier situation. How odd that life offers such ironic objects. I didn't receive a txt in time but I got two anyway. Maybe I want to play pretend. We all have woken up from a dream and tried to fall back asleep to continue for just a little bit longer.
