One Week From Tomorrow
You leap out of bed. Joints silent. Mind crystal. Grandson yells “Race you to the mailbox!”—and loses. Your phone pings: “Mom, what’s your secret?” You smile, sip, and whisper: “Aloe & cinnamon.”
One Week From Tomorrow
You leap out of bed. Joints silent. Mind crystal. Grandson yells “Race you to the mailbox!”—and loses. Your phone pings: “Mom, what’s your secret?” You smile, sip, and whisper: “Aloe & cinnamon.”