this morning #507.

this morning, his grandma’s usual rhythmic rap on his bedroom door let him know he had once again laid in bed way too long. for months now, there hadn’t been a whole lot for him to wake up for. exactly 567 days ago, he was playing poker with his friends at the center, showing off his card-counting abilities. in the middle of the day, a large man he had never seen before called miss molly into the other room & within the hour, he was riding home in the passenger’s seat of grandma’s SUV. she explained to him that the center was probably going to be closed for the rest of the week. he hadn’t been back since. at some point, he gave up & traded in counting cards for counting the days.