Samantha went into her bedroom with Adam’s tickets for his concert and put them on her dresser. She stood in the middle of the small room and looked at the floor-length mirrored sliding doors of her closet.
She needed something to wear to this event. But what?
She saw him sitting there on a bar stool at the counter, his long legs stretched out in front of him. He was looking at a screen in his hand. He didn’t see her looking at him. Continue reading “The abstract dream”