Stayed home. Again.

Stayed home today. The kit is still packed by the door. I walked past it three times and did not pick it up.

Sat on the kitchen floor for a while. Radio was on. I heard none of it. Just the fridge humming.

I keep thinking I should call her. I do not pick up the phone.

Dad sent a text. I saw it. I put the phone face down.

The holding boxes are quiet tonight. No new ones. Just the ones I have, waiting in the dark.

I think the dark outside is safer than the quiet inside. That is why I keep driving out.

I ate toast at ten. I did not taste it.

I keep saying tomorrow I will go. I said that yesterday too.