Bedtime Stories

Laura - The house in the suburbs

If I were a normal girl, I would probably have gotten blisters on my way home. Sure, I mean, there are perks to my immortality. Some may seem like gifts to anyone. Would you call someone crazy for being sad about not getting blisters? Then I’m crazy, alright.

I’m even crazier for spending the next two days and nights cooked up in my new house, waiting for a sign from him. Have I gotten mad? In eighty years of existence, I’ve never felt this way. Apparently, there are still things I haven’t got to explore, yet I’m too tired to search for them.

Maybe I should attempt to get Paul to accompany me to the gypsy witch and see what she has to say now. If he isn't the answer to my immortality dilemma, I'd best move on before he becomes the root of a new problem in my doomed existence.