Ten.Two Thousand, Four Hundred & Seventy-Eight
The sound of rain dripping onto everything.
This really is the last time I’ll need to be in this office for this kind of thing. I tell him that it’s hard to believe my time here is done.
The to-do list is long.
Half-caff.
I feel his worry, and worry for him even more. Something about it doesn’t feel right.
Clean your aura?
Too many coincidences.
I count the eggs again before I open the front door. Still five.
He reminds me that he turned out okay in the end.
I really want to go to sleep, but I can’t. I’m going to blame it on the half-caff.
