I’m standing in the kitchen, making myself a cup of coffee. John Mercer is sitting at the table, staring at his laptop screen with an intense focus. I’ve seen him like this before, but it’s been a while since we…
I’m staring at Pandora, who’s sitting on the couch with her eyes fixed on some TV show. She looks… off, I guess. Not in a big way, just a tiny bit. Her expression is calm, like she’s really into whatever’s…
I was making toast in the kitchen when I noticed something. Pandora’s mug is on the counter, but it’s not empty like I thought she’d already washed it after breakfast. I could’ve sworn she left for her shift at the…
I’m standing at the stove, flipping pancakes as quietly as humanly possible, which turns out is not very quiet. Every flip sounds like a small betrayal. Pandora’s still asleep down the hall. She’s been stressed lately, so I’m trying not…
I’m sitting in our living room, trying to focus on my book, but Mr Whiskers is being a bit of a pest. He keeps jumping onto my lap and pawing at my pages. I try to shoo him off, but…
I’m making toast in the kitchen while Pandora’s voice carries in from the living room, where she’s on the phone with her sister, pacing the way she always does when she’s trying to sound like she’s paying attention. I glance…
I’m sitting in the living room, staring at Mr. Whiskers, who’s lazily grooming his paws. Pandora walked out about an hour ago to get some coffee from the café down the street, and I’m starting to feel a bit restless.…
I’m staring at Pandora, trying to figure out why she seems distracted today. We’re in the living room. Mr. Whiskers is stretched across her lap, and she’s petting him, but it’s automatic. Like her hand is doing it out of…
I’m walking into the living room when I notice Pandora sitting on the couch with her laptop open. She’s typing away like everything is completely normal, and John Mercer is over by the kitchen counter, making himself a sandwich. Nothing…
I’m making breakfast in the kitchen when I notice that Pandora’s coffee mug is not on its usual hook by the cabinet. It’s a small thing, but it’s slightly off because she always puts it there after every use. I…
I’ve been noticing that Pandora’s been eating a lot more cereal lately, and it’s always the same brand. At first, I didn’t think much of it. People go through phases. Coffee, tea, smoothies, whatever. But this isn’t a phase. This…
I’m sitting at my own kitchen table, staring at a cup of coffee that isn’t mine, trying to shake the feeling that something is off. The thing is… Pandora doesn’t leave her coffee behind. Ever. And yet here it is,…
I’m making breakfast in the kitchen, eggs on the stove, and I notice that Pandora left her hair tie on the counter. It’s not like it’s a huge deal or anything, but it seems out of place because we usually…
I’m sitting in the living room with Pandora, trying to watch TV, but Mr. Whiskers keeps interrupting. He’s been meowing a lot lately, and I’ve been trying to figure out why. At first, I thought it might have something to…
I’m sitting at the kitchen table, eating cereal, trying to focus on literally anything other than the fact that something feels off. Pandora is at the counter, making coffee. Normal. Completely normal. Except she’s standing a little too close to…
I trudged into the kitchen, still half asleep, determined to fix my entire mood with a cup of coffee. Pandora was already up, flipping pancakes like she had her life together, which honestly felt a little aggressive for that hour…
I was making myself a sandwich in the kitchen when John Mercer walked in and immediately started digging through the fridge like it owed him money. “Hey, Hal, have you seen my leftovers from last night?” he asked, his head…
I’m making breakfast, and Pandora is sitting across from me eating her cereal. She’s smiling at me, but I can tell she’s hiding something. The way she’s holding the spoon looks almost… furtive. No, that’s ridiculous. She’s probably just trying…
I woke up to the sound of Pandora making pancakes in the kitchen, which is objectively the best possible way to wake up as a human being. The smell drifted through the apartment like a legally binding contract forcing me…
I didn’t wake up feeling like the king of the world. I woke up because something was staring directly into my soul. It was Mr. Whiskers. He was sitting on my chest like he paid rent, completely still, unblinking, like…
