She sighed as she stood up, picked up her bag, and made to leave. She hated this part, saying goodbye was her least favourite thing. She had a list of not-favourite things, but this topped them all. She thought of all those she would be leaving behind, and idly wondered if they’d still be there when she got back. She sighed again as she looked at the mounds of luggage that surrounded her and wondered how she was supposed to keep track of her sanity, let alone the six or seven cases that had seemed so vital as she packed them frenetically. She remembered how excited she had been to sign up to the challenge to make an appearance weekly, and how she had dragged her unwilling self to the meeting point this one last time. She had barely made it, and had made a mental resolution to haul herself back firmly the next time she decided to dash impetuously into a venture without carefully considering the cost of so doing.
She had enjoyed meeting up with her friends earlier in the day, hearing their voices had helped distract her from the dreary task that lay ahead. She called them friends even though she had never seen them, but they were kindred spirits, driven by the same need to air their thoughts and share their minds through whatever medium they found convenient at the time. Her jaws ached but she continued to chew the gum mechanically, even though it had long lost its taste, and was threatening to melt from the incessant grinding between her weary molars. She wasn’t hungry, yet she fancied downing a plate of rice and dodo, just because she could.
And then she sat down again. She had made up her mind. If leaving was this difficult, then she would stay. Yes she was unhappy, but that was not enough reason for her to pilfer all her employer’s designer dresses. Plus how would she explain to the gateman that she was going on an errand with all her madam’s belongings? She sighed and settled down to unpack. Tomorrow was another day.
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