This is How Dylan’s 5,840th day goes

I wake to the smell of coffee brewing in the machine. I can hear Dylan pour himself a cup and then the metal rattle of the fridge as he grabs, uses and replaces the cream. The trash can lid plastic thumps open and closed with Splenda wrappers. Sometimes he remembers to offer me a cup. … Continue reading This is How Dylan’s 5,840th day goes