sweeping.

I 've been sweeping. Sweeping old memories of friendship out of my mind and into my heart, where I can feel them again. Sweeping the pain of letting go under the rug, hoping nobody looks there. Sweeping back my hair off my face after crying about something I can't control. Sweeping over my book one last time, making sure Katie's character is just how I remember her to be. Sweeping aside thoughts of what might come next, and instead sweeping my little girl Maggie up and into my bed each night she asks, just because I can.