March 8th – Happiness continues to elude me as I pull my limbs, like sacks of stone, through my daily routines.  Smiles are rare and fleeting.  Home has my heart.  And my heart, has my happiness.

I slip under the extended twin comforter in my dorm room.  The sweet smell of fresh linen invades my nostrils, lulling me to sleep.  And happiness creeps over me.  Just let it be… his face whispers to me…

~Anaïs Faythor