Linger.

It’s the middle of the night.

I am tired.

Exhausted.

I have exhausted every moment from every second of the day.

Everything within me entreats me to squeeze the life out of every single moment.

I linger over every conversation with family. I live for them.

I linger over text messages with my one friend. I look forward to them.

I linger over ever song. I am ministered by them.

I linger over every laugh while working. Working is about giving all of me to all of them.

I linger over cooking. I relive cooking time with mom and linger over each meal.

I linger over phone coffee chats with sis and zombie and big bro. I rejoice over every second spent in tears and laughter with them.

I linger over every piece written in love. I love loving on folks, with clever, ridiculous, wonderful words.

I linger.

Night reminds me that day shall be here soon.

Wait.

Wait!

WAIT!

There is STILL some life left in this almost gone day.

I must sleep.

Fresh hell.

Day, I shall be with you shortly.

I lingered, all night.

I shall linger, to the length of your day.

see you soon,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe

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