(Malory)
It’s Saturday night. My shift at Nadine’s has finally ended and I’m finally heading home.
It’s cold.
It just keeps getting colder and colder as the days go by. I pass familiar people and familiar streets; I hum to myself the song that I have to sing for the play, over and over again until I get it right.
I make it home safely.
I unlock the door and step inside, shutting it and dragging my boots against the doormat to get some snow off of it. I pull the scarf off from around my neck. I switch on the lights. I head upstairs. I drop my bag on the floor and flop backwards onto my bed to lie like I’m making a snow angel. I stare at my ceiling.
What time is it?
I check my phone. It’s not that late.
The WIFI lags before I’m actually able to see what I’ve misse
