this morning #623.

this morning, as he laid in bed, the whole day was laid out before him. this morning, it was still the weekend & they’d be heading up north to brandy’s in a little bit. this morning, though it was warm down here, it’d be in the low 60’s up north later tonight, so he grabbed a hoodie. this morning, though certain people already treated him like one, he was still getting used to the idea that he was less than a year away from officially being an adult. this morning, though he wasn’t sure where it would take him, his whole life was laid out before him. this evening, he would be dead. one month later, the president would say his name. ten years from today, millions of people would be saying it.