from March of 2008.
“Adventure!” she cried. He continued to sleep. She tore through the apartment, leaving a trail of broken trinkets behind. “Excitement!” He twitched, but still didn’t wake. She didn’t touch a thing but there wasn’t a single unshattered vase or still assembled shelf when she finished her path. “Passion! Danger! Energy!”
He pulled a white pillow over his head and dreamt about a white picket fence.
She screamed everything she could to no avail. She had followed him to the end, to a letdown. When she finally ran out of breath she stood next to him, panting. It had been too long.
She left, using that door for only the second time.
He jumped from his dreams and saw the wreckage she had left. He sat stunned and didn’t move. He stayed in bed until the sun went back down, expecting her return.
He watched the seasons change through the window. He continued waiting.
She forgot him.
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