Hovering near panic, trying to focus but finding it hard to open my eyes. My heart was pounding. I couldn’t get enough air, and I couldn’t find the desire to push her away
Maybe I could be friends with a ghost. I wouldn’t be able to kill him.
You look like the vamp who bled the cat.
What was it with me and organized beatings, anyway?
She’s not much of a team player, more of a team yeller.
I suddenly realized that a bunch of my friends needed babysitters and vowed to start screening my calls.