I had trouble sleeping last night. My mind was buzzing. I ordered a decaf coffee last night so that I could sleep. Dad brought my coffee to our table. He takes his black, so he's not used to having to put milk or sugar in a cup of java for a more complicated connoisseur like me. He mentioned a few times that he may have mixed up my decaf and his regular coffee. As I lay in bed with my thoughts whirling, I had to agree. Thankfully, I'm not too tired today.
I am just about to go run some errands. People sometimes stare at me because of my wheelchair. Having lived my whole life with this minor annoyance, I am accustomed to long, curious glances from strangers. I know they are only unsure of a girl who is a bit different. I try not to emphasize my differences. If people stare at me today, it won't be because my chest is on display.