Left Lane

You are gitty with anticipation. A small, unexpected smile comes across your face as you await the moment when you’ll see her. There she is. Your eyes meet, and no words are necessary. You see sparks fly; you hear short, wispy sounds seemingly coming from nowhere. As you look around in nervousness, you feel a small shiver go down your spine as she comes around the corner with that look in her eye. She says, ever so softly, as you try to wipe that dumb grin from your face…

“Will there be anything else for you?”

As she stands there, hand outstretched, offering you a small sliver of heaven in a cup, you can’t help but wonder, “how did I get here?”

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