He was in a weird mood the rest of the day, feeling disheartened with the outcome of his experiment. What should have been the first step toward moving back had failed miserably, and he was even more reluctant to return than before.
What was he going to do now?
Elliot tried to read, but he couldn’t concentrate. Instead, he rearranged the books on the bookcase by the color of their spine, muttering over the fact that there weren’t any green books so he couldn’t make a complete rainbow. He looked through all the records, but no Gaga album magically appeared among the Sinatras and the Martins. He was in the middle of making sure all the glasses were in a straight line in the cabinets when his phone went off, indicating a new text message.
“Thank you, universe!” He rushed over to the sofa a
