[The clock on the wall reads 11:30PM. Although the TV is on at a low, soothing burble, she imagines she can hear every single tick of the hands counting down the last night of September and into the first of October.
The late night TV is in itself a pretense. She sits watching it, toying with a metal chain between her fingers, but she's fully dressed right down to a jacket and a pair of comfortable waterproof boots. She's waiting. They both are.
It always comes down to this at the end and middle points of months--but this is the worst one. She looks over at Peter.]
backdated to Oct 1 for early spoops 🎃
The late night TV is in itself a pretense. She sits watching it, toying with a metal chain between her fingers, but she's fully dressed right down to a jacket and a pair of comfortable waterproof boots. She's waiting. They both are.
It always comes down to this at the end and middle points of months--but this is the worst one. She looks over at Peter.]
You're not freaking out, are you?