Today was one of them. I rolled over, weary from being up too late on the phone and with my hair a crazy, curly mess and desperate to stay nested in the covers just a few minutes more, when these beauties from my past tapped me gently on the shoulder and whispered my name in a slow, drawn-out, syrupy voice.
Jesssssica. Remember me? I came back for you.
Oh, I remember. I remember you well, granny boots.