Overlapping faded stickers litter the hallway walls. Everything from obscure band names to smiley faces. Among the chaos are phone numbers written in marker, offering all kinds of services. I now know who to call if I’m looking for a good time.
Chuckling, I relish in the warmth within. It’s not a feeling I experience too often. Being Lacey’s wingwoman felt good, and it was fun to focus on something other than trying to remember. I may not remember the past, but I do remember now. Maybe if I lighten up, things may come quicker? Like when you stop looking for something, that’s usually when you find it.
Happy with my newfound mindset, I decide to try to live by it because being a madwoman hasn’t worked for me thus far.
Que será, será.
Peering ahead, I’m thankful the line is moving, but it
