He said it had been February 2nd.
He remembered the date..the exact time...the shadows on his wall..the light creaking in from the one window blind that never stayed in place.
He was in bed. He was on his side, the left side, wondering if this was it. He was wondering if to feel excited or nervous or scared, because he felt all of them.
The sheets were a navy blue, red and white stripes...still warm from a whole full 7 hour sleep.
He was going for it, he told himself. He couldn't believe it. He and his grandmother cried. This was the moment, this was his moment. No more taking chances. No more wasting time. No more being scared. This was it.
This was the moment everything was leading up to.
He was ready.
