Boyfriend
For once, the Pocket’s strange cycles of daylight were on my side.
No one came to wake me for breakfast, and I felt perfectly rested by what looked like midmorning, even though it had been dawn when Joshua had walked me to the steps of Spectrebrook.
“My boyfriend’s name is Joshua Thorne,” I whispered to myself before sitting up, to chase away my out-of-date dreams where I was still alone, and to feel the warm accompanying flutter all over again.
Back in Teardrop, the very concept of being able to use the words “my” and “boyfriend” in the same sentence had been as distant a fantasy for me as having my own walk-in library or meeting a live dragon, so it was no wonder my subconscious was taking some time to adjust.
The servant woman was dusting the parlor when I came downstairs
