I've already checked out really. I don't feel like I'm here or that anything I say or do is real life. What is real life anyway?
I want to feel the sun again. The yellowness of the warmth on my cheeks and chest. I've resorted to wearing the color instead, a cheap substitute for the real thing. My mom says that the goldeness washes me out, but what does that even mean?
The end of the semester hangs over my head. Three days, two days, one day, and then I'll see my baby sister running toward me in an airport. She'll be wearing those corny yellow overalls again.
The sun will be clouded again here tomorrow. How long until I feel the real thing again?
