Room 318, Monday Morning
"'The stability of our world--' no. 'The balance of power--' no, too on the nose. This can't be too obvious. It has to be all vague promises. Ah-- 'We have lived in peace for a hundred years, yes, but also in fear. Now that that fear has passed, we must regain our footing.' Better? Yes, better."
The problem with sending your only real friend off to work in Haiti was that there was nobody left to be an audience to you when you were working. Peter's dramatic collapse back onto his bed, his muttered, "That's clever, isn't it?", his triumphant sigh-- they were all lost on his ceiling.
Damn it. It just wasn't the same without Natalie here.
He considered calling her, but that might come off as needy. I don't know how to have epic moments of genius anymore without you there to listen to me be it sounded all kinds of pathetic.
He sighed up at the ceiling. Less triumphant this time. "Okay, okay, it could use some work."
Mrguhl.
[[ door cracked, post open. ]]
The problem with sending your only real friend off to work in Haiti was that there was nobody left to be an audience to you when you were working. Peter's dramatic collapse back onto his bed, his muttered, "That's clever, isn't it?", his triumphant sigh-- they were all lost on his ceiling.
Damn it. It just wasn't the same without Natalie here.
He considered calling her, but that might come off as needy. I don't know how to have epic moments of genius anymore without you there to listen to me be it sounded all kinds of pathetic.
He sighed up at the ceiling. Less triumphant this time. "Okay, okay, it could use some work."
Mrguhl.
[[ door cracked, post open. ]]