To Want You

53

Snapping back to reality, I check my watch to see that there are ten minutes left before this mild break is over.

I pick up my trash and dump them in the bin before making my way out, sliding into the seat of my car.

I pick up my trash and dump them in the bin before making my way out, sliding into the seat of my car.

It's now time to face reality once again. I give myself an encouraging nod and begin driving my way back.

The road was a smooth black river, the sort wheels float so effortlessly along. And so as our car made its steady way along, the scenery took on an almost meditative quality, the light igniting the hues of each tree and home.

The road stretches onward, hugging the land, taking each turn in easy stride.

Five minutes later, I'm stepping into the familiar bustling walls of my workplace once again. Others are returning from their lunch break outside as well.

I probably smell like a sandwich, don't I?

I think I slipped in a perfume in my purse this morning. That'll be enough to cover this smell up.

I stop by the restroom to check my reflection first and fix the strange smell emitting from me before heading to the second floor where I bump into Sarah.

"M-miss Miller-" She gasps for air, looking light she's about to pass out from the lack of oxygen. "Y-you're here."

She gathers air once more, inhaling and then exhaling.

She seems to have been in a hurry. Then again, not an unusual sight for her.

Salty droplets flow down Sarah's face like soft summer rain, dripping onto the shiny floor as she leans against the wall for balance and to regain her breath. I lift an eyebrow up, scanning the sides of her face before parting my lips to say something.

"We have elevators for a reason, Sarah." I can't help but comment.