She finished another Tolstoy’s classic and ready for another breath. Maybe a throwback to Judy Blaume?
But then midnight arrived, and her eyes gave up. Morning came short after; time to feel a little dead inside. To all the fake smiles, generic sights, trolls in social media, and whatnot.
A quickie during lunchtime always saved her, until her life really began hours later: the moment she opened a book and breathed strangers’ words.
That evening, Judy Blaume brought her back to life.