That night, she dreamed of someone.
It shouldn't have bothered her as much as it did, but it had left a little hollow space inside her all day. Amelia moves through the gym, switching off lights and powering down the treadmills, busying herself to try and push the thoughts out of her mind. She checks the changing rooms and reaches the front doors, emblazoned with the name of the gym, her gym, in mirror image on the glass.
Amelia reaches up to slot the deadbolts into place. She's not tall and has to stretch her body to slip the bolts home, her calves tensing under the tight activewear leggings as she goes up on tiptoes. With the premises secure, she relaxes against the door, forehead pressed against the glass, arms crossed defensively across her small breasts, hugging herself through the
