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Explorations
Miranda
Breakfast with Simon was surprisingly mellow — so mellow, in fact, that I wondered if I’d imagined the tension between us the night before, had allowed my semi-tipsy brain to manufacture undercurrents that simply weren’t there. We’d goofed around in the kitchen, making bacon and pancakes, and started putting together a list of things we’d need from the grocery store the next time we ventured out.
As I said, almost relentlessly normal…and completely the opposite of what followed.
More practice, of course. This time, I indulged a childhood fantasy of mine and managed to turn myself invisible. That is, I could look down and see myself, but Simon claimed that I had completely disappeared, even though he could hear my voice and was able to feel my hand when I reache
