I feel like I'm having the teenage experience I missed out on then, when I was too serious or too scared. Everything is fraught, fleeting, frivolous, frustrating, fun. Fateful, maybe. Also beautiful and exciting, but I didn't want to mess up my streak of words beginning in F.

On the ground, squished between the chair and the bed: "Looks like we're caught between a soft place and a soft place."

Going to bed, thinking back on the day and squealing, kicking legs in the sheets.