Just coffee.
This feels like either the aftermath or the invitation. Not sticking around to find out.
Preparing for another wild day of single adulthood.
This was supposed to be disconnected years ago.
Made two by mistake. Still happens sometimes.
Nearly at the point where “find the adapter” becomes “observe from a safe distance.”
The bus driver waved to nobody in particular. Nobody in particular waved back.
"The mailbox, unsatisfied with their brief daily encounters, attempts a more lasting arrangement."
This is where the manual gets vague.
A collection of small emergencies.
