Double Knots

I have a test this week as part of my degree program. The exam schedule has preoccupied my brain. I've spent several late nights studying, nursed large cups of coffee all day long. Eraser dregs litter the surface of every shirt I've worn in the last three days.

Yesterday morning, though, N and I were sitting on the steps. One of those mornings where I was slow to move but getting there. N checked her lunchbox, I was putting VISINE drops into my bloodshot eyes. I sniffed and blinked back the VISINE as N put her hand on my knee. She had double-knotted my shoelaces so I wouldn't trip and fall.

And, I'll be darned if, those double-knots didn't stay in all day. I didn't trip once.