Envy
The elevator doors open just as I'm about to take a step forward, and I freeze as I see Harper, Harry's friend. It takes me a couple of minutes to compose myself and realize that I'm acting like a fool.
I take a step forward and greet him with a nod. He smiles and shakes his head, then tells me that I must have had a good time yesterday and that I must be miraculously standing rather than in bed with a hangover.
I respond in the same tone and gestures, saying that everything is fine and that it's not a bad thing to try and be someone else for a change, to be that free spirit you've always dreamed of.
Mentally, I applaud myself because it seems that I've become a poet full of inspiration and imaginative fantasies.
"You're right, and I won't deny that I had fun, especially sin
