AnthraXia Lit~erature

Ah Wisconsin. Land of the cheese. and boredom.

I set off at 3am on august 19th. Arriving in Milwaukee, Wisconsin at 11pm. Gramma will be waiting, a large sign and ecstatic grin plastered on her weary face. Hugs, kisses, an offer to get my bag, rejected. Bags grabbed, How was the flight? Am I hungry? Did I have any troubles getting through customs? The car will fill with country music, foot tapping, questions diligently answered. The room, flamingo plastered, old bed. Soft carpet, rather sleep there. No, no, I'll be much more comfortable on the bed. Awake at night, creaking springs. Just don't move. And don't think about the long week ahead, and how much you miss your own room, friends, and above all, don't think about a week without the one person you can't live without.