Hello toes," I say. They're good toes. I like that they're long and slender and not the slightest bit stubby. I wiggle them, ten unstubby waves that say, "And hello to you, Human Host!" Except they're toes. I'm talking to my toes. Maybe I'm not bored... maybe I'm lonely?
Lauren MyracleSometimes when we forget to do things for others, it's because we're too wrapped up in our own problems.
Lauren MyracleI didn't like being alone. Being alone was slightly better than having to deal with people, that's all. Or so I'd convinced myself.
Lauren MyracleMy angel-boy is close now, as in five-feet-away close. There's no way I'm going to burst into song in front of him. But then the contrary part of me says, you're going to let a boy keep you from singing out loud? Sing, sister! Sing! So I do, and my angel-boy turns his head.
Lauren Myracle