I have survived through, yet, another week of college. It feels like I have been here for two months.
I am not sure how I feel about my ballet class: it is definitely more difficult than I thought. My hip hop and yoga classes have been saving my life this week. It has been up and down, side to side, this whole week.
But tomorrow I get to go home.
Home feels like warmth. It sounds like a heartbeat. It looks like the happiest dream that can rise from the subconcious. Home smells musky and earthy. If home had a taste, it would taste rich and sweet.
Home is him. My man.
Tomorrow is Friday and I have got a hot date with home.
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