Sometimes I wish that I could just dive in.
To indulge myself even vicariously.
We’re having a get together. A few friends and their kids are coming to hang out and have dinner. No biggie.
Except that Jenna, the real one, will be there. I’m excited, but a little nervous.
And I want to say, to you, “Wanna come?”
But you know I can’t.
And it’s just too bad.