I’m sitting on the couch watching TV while Pandora’s in the kitchen making dinner. I can smell something burning, which means she’s trying that new recipe from the cookbook again. I should probably get up and tell her it smells…
I’m sipping my coffee and staring at the clock on the wall, trying to shake off the haze that always seems to hang around on Monday mornings. John Mercer is still asleep in his room, Mrs. Jenkins is vacuuming next…
I’m making coffee, and Pandora is still asleep on the couch. Not fake asleep either—real asleep. Blanket halfway on the floor, one arm hanging over the edge, completely unaware of the world kind of asleep. Mr. Whiskers, our yellow tabby,…
I’m sitting on the couch staring at Mr Whiskers while he lazily grooms one paw like he has absolutely nowhere to be. Pandora mentioned yesterday that work was going to be busy this week, but today she’s barely said anything.…
I’m sitting on the couch staring at Pandora’s phone, and I already know I shouldn’t be doing this. I know exactly where this road leads. I’ve been down this road before. This is how normal people end up becoming weird…
I’m sitting on the couch, staring at Pandora as she’s typing away on her laptop. She seems lost in thought, muttering to herself occasionally. I’m trying to focus on my own work, but I keep sneaking glances over at her.…
I’m standing in the kitchen trying to make breakfast while Pandora gets ready for work. I’m not really paying attention to what I’m doing. I’m just going through the motions. Mr. Whiskers is weaving around my feet and meowing loudly,…
I’m staring at the fridge trying to figure out why Karen texted me yesterday asking if I could grab milk on my way home from work. The milk’s sitting there unopened right now. Which is weird, because I could’ve sworn…
I’m standing at the kitchen window with a cup of coffee in my hand, staring across the yard at Mrs. Jenkins’ porch. Something doesn’t add up. Yesterday, she told everyone she was leaving town for work for a few days.…
I’m sitting in the living room, staring at Mr Whiskers as she’s grooming herself on my lap. It’s a calm moment, but something’s been bothering me lately. I’ve been noticing that Karen seems to be avoiding John when he comes…
I’m sitting in the living room, trying to focus on my math homework, but I keep glancing at Pandora who’s watching TV on the couch. She’s laughing at something on the screen and every so often she says “oh yeah!”…
It’s Saturday, which means John Mercer has been loudly arguing with something in the house for almost six consecutive hours. That’s just what Saturdays are now. Some people spend weekends relaxing, some people go hiking, and apparently I spend mine…
I’m sitting in the living room, watching Pandora feed Mr Whiskers on the couch. She’s trying to get him to eat this new food, but he’s not having it. I notice that Karen texted me a few minutes ago, asking…
I’ve been trying to get used to Pandora’s schedule lately, and it seems like she’s always sneaking into the kitchen around 2 am. Last night was no exception – I woke up to the sound of the fridge opening and…
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…
