Love Is Not Over {Editing}

Wishing on a Star

The sunlight streams in through the windows and I cover my face with the blanket.

I snuggle further into the mattress, desiring additional sleep.

Not a minute later, my alarm rings.

I switch it off and lazily slide out from under the sheets.

Tiny goosebumps raise along my arms and legs from the lack of warmth.

It is finally October and the weather had freshened slightly.

Granted it was still warm by SoCal standards, but I would notice the change in temperature when I climbed out of bed wearing my shorts pjs.

After a quick shower and breakfast, I sling my bookbag over my shoulder and begin the short walk towards the clinic.

Although I am currently taking four classes this quarter, two of them only meet once a week. This meant I had spare time on my hands, and rather than sit around moping, I picked up an extra shift at work. It was a mutual benefit as Thursdays were the busiest days and more clients needed child supervision.

As I enter the building I greet the Case Manager and a few of the therapists before heading into the communal cubicle space.

There are quite a few psychological measures in need of scoring in the filing cabinet. I review the spreadsheet listing any administrative to-do's. Lastly, I open the shared calendar where all of the appointments are listed. I scroll to Thursday, October 12th, and make note of when I would step out for supervision.

Today, I would spend the entire block from 1-4pm in the children's playroom.

"Have a great night Ms. Sheila," I wave into my Case Manager's office as I leave the building.

"You too, Jen. Goodnight" she calls out.

I walk outside and welcome the pleasant breeze ruffling through my hair.

After being indoors all day, the majority of the time spent with energetic kids, this was a much needed reward.

Over the past three hours I had sung nursery rhymes, helped with homework, built three lego towers, and lost track of all the Uno games I played.

It might not seem like the most physically exhausting job, but I was always wiped out after each shift. Today was no exception.

Back home I whip up a pot of chickpea curry and open my planner to review what else I needed to get done before I went to bed.

Read the Affirmative Action article for my Education class. Check.

Submit the reading response for my Brazilian Literature class. Check.

Email my Women's Literature professor about scheduling a time to discuss the upcoming essay and run ideas by her. Check.

It was only 6pm and I was all caught up with my work. Nonetheless, I had this strange inkling that I was forgetting something.

I flip back a few pages for the full calendar view in search of any upcoming deadlines, projects, essays, assignments, or cries for help.

Nope. Nothing major due tomorrow, October 13th.

I would have a rare night off where I could have a cozy bubble bath, maybe have a glass of wine, and then binge watch-

My spoon drops onto the table, creating a small splatter around it.

HOLY CRAP! IT'S JIMIN'S BIRTHDAY.

Well no. Technically his birthday is in 6 hours here in LA. But it is already his birthday in Korea! WhAt Do I dO??