guilty

i was supposed to stay home and do my reading for a class but instead i wandered out into the city. it felt like a naughty thing to do, running away from what i should be doing even if it wasn't anything that bad or important really. when i got back late at night and he could see i hadn't done what i was told to, there was this look in his eyes, disappointed but also kind of amused. sometimes it feels like i'm being watched over by an older version of myself who knows me better than i know myself.