Mystery awoke early lunch time. Her knee felt a bit sore, but otherwise she was fine physically. Emotionally was a different matter. Her default to feeling like something awful had or was going to happen, was to sleep. She just turned off. It usually settled the worst of the worry and fear. She knew that nothing earth-shatteringly bad had happened the night before but the silence in the car on the way back had left her feeling so cut off from Drew. She had ruined something lovely. She didn't have much in her life that she could call lovely. Surely she owed it to herself to take a chance to explore something good. Something just for her?
The world seemed broken today. How could she fix it, without doing her normal thing of running away, because running away seemed like a really good thing
