Because some subtle instinct had told me I should? Snow. Why did she have to walk out, just as we were heading up to my apartment? I remember almost nothing from that day, or the two following, other than a sense of darkness and fear. I really don’t want to be late. Unfortunately, she sits at the desk next to mine, between me and where Mrs. .” she trails off as I turn to face her. “It’s time for your reward,” I tell her, standing up, and walking towards her. “It felt odd, but so intense!”
“I’m jealous!” Lisa pouts, before turning completely around, and locking her lips on her friend’s nether-lips. I closely monitor my energy levels, but I don’t notice myself getting weaker at each chance of luck, and wonder if it’s just something else that’s new with my redesigned VW Beatle, the Orange Bubble. When I’d worked in the mailroom, she used to chat with me from time to time, while we were making our rounds.
