An apple in the hand

It's Friday. I just got done with the last class of my day. I'm happy and I'm tired and I'm frazzled and I'm spent. The long days in school are wearing me down. It's awful. I feel like I don't have time to think.

Yet, I'm happy. Last night I thought that happiness felt like holding an apple in the hand. It seems a somewhat oddball thing to say now, yet last night, it felt true. The feeling of the apple in the hand encapsulates my happiness.