I rolled her eyes, “Micky. . xxx . …I don’t even know this girl. But often his conversations bored me. She was good at making me feel like she was ‘with’ me not just listening ‘at’ me. It was all too much. I woke up with what felt like a cartoon rat slamming a hammer around in my head. BACK. I mean what the hell was he doing on the footpath. I sat up just in time to see the door opening and a beautiful girl step over the threshold. I wish I hadn’t – dear God what did I ever see in that emo wannabe. I picked up my discarded clothes and put them back on.
