I’m sitting in the living room watching Pandora type away on her laptop when something catches my eye. She has a mug of coffee beside her, but it is not the coffee I made this morning. I know that because…
I’m making coffee while John Mercer sits at the table with Pandora, chatting quietly. Dave’s guitar case is on the couch behind him, but Dave himself is nowhere to be seen. Karen left a note on the fridge saying she’ll…
I was sitting at the kitchen table this morning drinking my coffee and staring out the window when something started bothering me, and once it got into my head I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Pandora left her phone on…
I’m sitting on the couch, staring at the TV remote in my hand, trying to recall where I put it. Pandora’s not home yet and John Mercer is probably out with Dave somewhere, doing who-knows-what. Mrs Jenkins from across the…
I’m standing in our kitchen, staring at the empty coffee container on the counter. It’s not like I didn’t remember to buy more coffee yesterday… or did I? I could swear John Mercer mentioned something about needing coffee for his…
I’m sitting in the living room watching Pandora scroll through her phone while pretending to watch TV with me. You know that thing people do where they’re technically sitting beside you but mentally they’re on another planet? That’s what she’s…
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…
