"You look beautiful, Ms. Wagner" a tall, adult looking kid called out, "you have a date? No glasses and you let your hair down" he continued."You never have to raise your hand to say something like that," I responded, "just yell it out".
I flew back from France almost two weeks ago, jet lagged and tired. I showed up for work a couple of days later and a week late, with only two days to plan. I had missed the rest. I am back in high school. Again.
Lazy days, drinking Rosé and eating olives, cheese and bread. Everywhere I looked there was something beautiful. It was like a dream. Staying up late in the night, eating, drinking and laughing. Laying on a chair reading my book with the smell of lavender everywhere and the Mediterranean in the distance. A dream that ended too fast, a dream that still seems like a fantasy.
Lola was dragging me on her leash. I was running behind her in flip flops and a skirt. Families started waving at me, a lot of them, calling out from the elementary school. My old job. I had no idea what was going on.
"Are you going to be teaching the afternoon Spanish class?" my brand new, Kindergarten owning neighbors asked me.
I shook my head. Who the fuck was teaching Spanish up there?
I laid awake, Lola's neck stretched across mine. Alec was already gone, on his way to his shitty job. I can sleep late now; I only work part-time. Lola didn't want me to leave, to get up. I laid there as long as I could, then took her outside to do her business. I could hear my kids screaming from the playground.
I have new kids to love now, big ones again.
But, I'm tired. Very tired.
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