Christine Daaé got her noodles.
There was this moment I had one week day.
It was mid-morning, my tea had become murky and cold to the lips, and at the moment I put it down I let a world of unhappy truths also settle. Finally. I went to the library with full-length windows covering the side of the room and stared at the rain. Yes, it was really raining. On the cobblestone streets mothers and strollers, beggars, vendors, and actors from Phantom of the Opera all fought one another for momentary covering and food. It was a big battle- I don't think even the babies made it out. Mostly the actors won- stalking off with boxes of noodles from the Thai place.
Every time it rains and I happen to have tea, I think of noodles and gothic novels.
It was mid-morning, my tea had become murky and cold to the lips, and at the moment I put it down I let a world of unhappy truths also settle. Finally. I went to the library with full-length windows covering the side of the room and stared at the rain. Yes, it was really raining. On the cobblestone streets mothers and strollers, beggars, vendors, and actors from Phantom of the Opera all fought one another for momentary covering and food. It was a big battle- I don't think even the babies made it out. Mostly the actors won- stalking off with boxes of noodles from the Thai place.
Every time it rains and I happen to have tea, I think of noodles and gothic novels.