Moody

Halloween

“You’re not really moody,” my mother said.

Really?

My mother thinks that I am not moody.

Some mornings I hesitate to even get out of bed. I pull the covers up to my neck and close my eyes, thinking about anything but real life.

But my mother thinks I am laid back.

I guess I am doing a good job at hiding it.

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