this morning #1775.
this morning, the team didn’t have any early morning plans so i grabbed a cup of coffee from the kitchen & took it back to my room. sat down at my desk, intending to compose a new love poem for you. no more than ten seconds after i’d opened my laptop, cybil arrived at my door. politely rapped at the frame. “sorry” for bothering me. “bothering me? not at all. come in.” intrigued. of the whole team, i’ve spoken with her the least. she keeps to herself. an alluring person whose space you feel weird invading. she got to the point. “when we’re done here, i want to get a dog. can you help me look?” no idea why she asked me but i said “sure.” we searched. then it was time to work. my poem would have to wait for another day.