John floated somewhere between childhood and adulthood as he boarded Bus 34 for the first time for a month.
I miss you, he thought. I miss you, I miss you. Missyoumissyoumissyoumissyou. Mom, Dad, Mom. DadMomDadMomDadMom. Don’t breathe! They’ll come! Wait! I’m coming...MomDad, miss Mom, you Dad. Love you. Wait!
Clouds belonging to a middle-aged person lying in the pit of depression clung to the edges of his pupils.
