Everyone keeps asking me what I want for my birthday since it’s in a week. I shrug and say nothing in particular. The person asking usually lists somethings they think I might want to which I respond with, “What I want is something no one can really give me.” They wait with an interested anticipation. I think they expect some sort of deep, enigmatic answer. I tell them I just want ten weeks worth of summer back…or the pen that goes to my tablet to reappear.
…this story was much more interesting in my head.