Apr 29, 2016
Apparently Friday hasn’t learned yet because she’s spent her entire day ignoring the itching in her fingers. And the more she ignores it, the worse it gets. By the time she’s off of work and on her way out to get herself dinner, her fingers almost burn.
She doesn’t get very far before the burning is just too much -- she sits down at a random bench and pulls out her sketchbook and a pencil. She closes her eyes and breathes slowly, purposely attempting to send herself to that space where present and future meet inside of her. She doesn’t even notice that someone sits down next to her.
