I was cleaMing my apartment when someone knocked on the door. Technically, I was lying on the floor, staring desolately at the ceiling and thinking about cleaMing the apartment. Earlier, I’d picked up the books and clothes strewn around the living room, but I’d lost motivation.
Even though the last thing I wanted was to give Xervan free rent in my mind, I kept playing the night before over in my mind and wondering if I had done the wrong thing or if he was an uptight over-reacting huge pain in the a*s.
“It’s Pariah,” came the muffled call when I didn’t get up to open the door.
Thus ended my afternoon of deep reflection, also known as brooding.
“Come in.”
Pariah walked in and peered around before spotting me on the floor. “Are you injured? You didn’t mention being hurt last night when
