A Pocket Archive (30)

I submitted my order and set my phone on the edge of the bed, next to a tangle of blankets and an oversized UW hoodie from our most recent visit home. I could still detect a faint whiff of bonfire smoke from the fabric, mixing with the scent of day-old shampoo and the sweet, floral scent of freshly washed sheets. I could tell my hair was a mess in the back and my neck gave a slight pop as I stretched. I could also feel a dull ache blooming between one of my eyes and my legs were much stiffer than I cared to admit. Some part of me might be perpetually frozen at 26, but every once in a while, I find I am keenly aware that I am getting older and I don't wake up as easily or recover as quickly as I used to after late nights. Then again, perhaps it would be smarter not to spend an additional two hours birthday shopping online for toddlers.

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