Thanksgiving Pie

It was 10:45. Time to leave for class. I could feel the minutes slippping through my fingers. 

I knew I needed to leave but there was something holding me back. 

I crawled out of bed and pulled on my boots but there was a feeling in my stomach that I just couldn't shake. 

I headed out the door and it hit me. I knew it was going to make me late. But more importantly 

I knew what I needed to do. I turned around and went inside.

 I gathered all the tools I needed for my mission. 

And at 10:50 this morning, I ate the last slice of my Thanksgiving pie.