Tipton, Iowa – October 23, 2012
Until you stop, you forget how nice it is to flick a switch and fill a room with light, to hear the wind beat against sturdy walls, to sprawl out on a queen sized mattress. You forget how it feels to walk along a grocery store’s aisles and reach for anything you crave, to turn a faucet and fill a glass with water, to wear clothes fresh out of a dryer after standing under a hot shower. You forget how easy it is to sink into a couch and stare at a tv for hours, to eat bowls of ice cream and handfuls of chocolate, to listen to rain fall on a roof.
Then you wake up, try to leave, and find that you can’t, that you aren’t ready, that you need one more day of knowing where you’ll sleep at night.