Suspended Animation

Suspended animation.

I’d say that’s the state I’m in, but I don’t think a buzzy tummy and nervous tittering are allowed in said-suspension.

Ever since I finished my application for grad school, the literary parts of my brain have been hovering over words-on-paper like a skittish chopper pilot coming in for his last landing.

Maybe that accounts for the buzzy belly?

I don’t have butterflies.

I’ve got a skitzy Boeing Chinook in my gut.

Of course, I do.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe