The Process

On Thanksgiving, I think I am a joy to be around most of the day. I help in the kitchen, I watch my brother, and I even set the table.

Then we eat, and my mood changes. I'm so full it hurts and I mostly hate that feelings. So, its become something of a tradition for me to go upstairs and lay in Gagi's bed while I wait for the digestive process to do what it will.

I have eaten a very large meal for this semester. At times, I lost track of how full it was, but I see it now, I feel it now. All I'm asking for is time to digest. Time to step back.

I need the mental equivalent of Gagi's bed and a closed door.