Extra Hours

Dear Heart,
I couldn't get out of bed for any of my lectures, but I was horribly aware that I'd skipped enough meetings with my Creative Writing teacher to merit getting kicked off the module. I explained as much as I could to her, and she sat me down with tissues and we talked. She was indescribably kind.
Later, I sat under the darkening sky with my best friend, eating a Twix bar and setting the world to rights. I lay back and felt the cooling grass between my fingers, and the soil was like the marrow of the world under my own tired limbs. I gripped handfuls of green, as if doing so would stop the world from spinning away without me.
Love, Lydia x