Two AM. Sprawled on the couch. Legs splaying without a care in the world; one on the couch another dangling over the floor. Body turned lazily towards the laptop hanging by the edge of the couch, she stares at the non-moving Twitter page. A Fond Farewell playing on iTunes. Arms stretched up above the head to sort out the kinks. No emotions displaying on her face. Her mind is blank. Perhaps she is physically tired, perhaps she is mentally exhausted.
She is afraid. Today as she laid on the bed, she realized that she couldn’t remember much. The memories were really a lifetime ago.
She thought, “This is all wrong.”
This is not what’s supposed to happen.