shined even sunnier than I expected. The colors were brighter. The air was lighter, cleaner, and fresher. I loved this paradise. I wanted to live in this paradise. I wanted more. God, please, let me have more. I just needed a tweet or two a day to pressurize this air and keep me flying up where eagles dipped their wings in the air and soared on the mild breezes of Mother Nature’s art.
After several long minutes of nothing, the fear slowly started to poke its pointy prick into my bubble, lowering me back to where I just sort of flounced mid-air, waiting for the inevitable bubble to burst and for Eva to not understand my questioning wink.
Then, the tiny slit of pastels and warm liquid converged on the horizon of my prayer. My screen moved, and in danced another tweet. “Aw, thank you, doll. How did you know I adore winks?”
Doll. That rolled so easily off of my tongue when I whispered it. A carnival lit up inside and sent some serious flutters pirouetting through me. Walking that tightrope and balancing on its delicate edges, toes pointed, insteps arched, arms extended and joining with the warm air, I welcomed in the thrill. As naturally as I would put one foot in front of the other to balance over a ravine, I typed back, “You adore winks, but not Old Bay seasoning?”
In the time it took to part my lips to take in a breath, she responded. “Winks trump Old Bay.”
“Do they trump purple and orange?”
“I have to go with winks.”
She was flirting with me. I couldn’t stop the spread of my smile. “Is there anything about Maryland you do like?”
“Well, you’re kind of fun,” she wrote.
My inner thighs twitched. I could’ve indulged in this warmth for months and not tire of it. It fueled me on, causing me to banter like I grew a set of flirty wings that twirled me around like a princess. “I can trump that.”
“Please try.”
I pulsated. “Well, you’re kind of cute.” I sent it off in a blink, flirting like a pro from behind the protective zone of my computer.
“DM,” she wrote back.
DM? What was DM? We had been volleying the ball perfectly, and I went and snapped it too hard and shot it out of bounds. I called out to Doreen. “What does DM on Twitter mean?”
“Direct message,” she said.
Of course! A smile leapt on my face. I clicked to my messages and one sat waiting for me from her. “You are making me blush,” she wrote.
I caused Eva Handel to blush. I wanted to jump around in circles. My fingers danced wildly across the keyboard, into a daring set of flips in the greatest contemporary routine ever fashioned by someone like me. “You must look even more beautiful when you’re blushing.” Where was I getting all of this? Ah, how I love you, CarefreeJanie!
“You certainly intrigue me CarefreeJanie.”
My body pulsed. I swallowed, and not without great effort. Overloaded, my system shut down. I could only send a wink back in return and then cave into myself to steady the rush. I melted into a pile of liquid and it took everything I had to solidify again when Sanjeev knocked on my cubicle wall asking if I had completed an article he’d asked me to proofread.
My eyes blurred over my files. “It’s here somewhere.” I flipped over folders, binders, and even knocked down my hazelnut coffee in search for my mind. “I’ll find it and get it to you right away.” I couldn’t catch my breath.
He bent down to help me pick up the mess I created. At this point, Katie walked up to us, stopped for a moment to offer me a fake pout, and then kept on walking. Sanjeev stood up with a pile of wet files. “I’ll get some paper towels.” He dropped the soggy papers down on my desk and hurried off to the kitchen. Meanwhile, I spun back around to find another message from her.
“I’ve got to run off to a meeting. This has been fun. Don’t be a stranger, okay? (wink)”
I exhaled and dropped back in my seat, not caring about the coffee that dripped onto my cream
After several long minutes of nothing, the fear slowly started to poke its pointy prick into my bubble, lowering me back to where I just sort of flounced mid-air, waiting for the inevitable bubble to burst and for Eva to not understand my questioning wink.
Then, the tiny slit of pastels and warm liquid converged on the horizon of my prayer. My screen moved, and in danced another tweet. “Aw, thank you, doll. How did you know I adore winks?”
Doll. That rolled so easily off of my tongue when I whispered it. A carnival lit up inside and sent some serious flutters pirouetting through me. Walking that tightrope and balancing on its delicate edges, toes pointed, insteps arched, arms extended and joining with the warm air, I welcomed in the thrill. As naturally as I would put one foot in front of the other to balance over a ravine, I typed back, “You adore winks, but not Old Bay seasoning?”
In the time it took to part my lips to take in a breath, she responded. “Winks trump Old Bay.”
“Do they trump purple and orange?”
“I have to go with winks.”
She was flirting with me. I couldn’t stop the spread of my smile. “Is there anything about Maryland you do like?”
“Well, you’re kind of fun,” she wrote.
My inner thighs twitched. I could’ve indulged in this warmth for months and not tire of it. It fueled me on, causing me to banter like I grew a set of flirty wings that twirled me around like a princess. “I can trump that.”
“Please try.”
I pulsated. “Well, you’re kind of cute.” I sent it off in a blink, flirting like a pro from behind the protective zone of my computer.
“DM,” she wrote back.
DM? What was DM? We had been volleying the ball perfectly, and I went and snapped it too hard and shot it out of bounds. I called out to Doreen. “What does DM on Twitter mean?”
“Direct message,” she said.
Of course! A smile leapt on my face. I clicked to my messages and one sat waiting for me from her. “You are making me blush,” she wrote.
I caused Eva Handel to blush. I wanted to jump around in circles. My fingers danced wildly across the keyboard, into a daring set of flips in the greatest contemporary routine ever fashioned by someone like me. “You must look even more beautiful when you’re blushing.” Where was I getting all of this? Ah, how I love you, CarefreeJanie!
“You certainly intrigue me CarefreeJanie.”
My body pulsed. I swallowed, and not without great effort. Overloaded, my system shut down. I could only send a wink back in return and then cave into myself to steady the rush. I melted into a pile of liquid and it took everything I had to solidify again when Sanjeev knocked on my cubicle wall asking if I had completed an article he’d asked me to proofread.
My eyes blurred over my files. “It’s here somewhere.” I flipped over folders, binders, and even knocked down my hazelnut coffee in search for my mind. “I’ll find it and get it to you right away.” I couldn’t catch my breath.
He bent down to help me pick up the mess I created. At this point, Katie walked up to us, stopped for a moment to offer me a fake pout, and then kept on walking. Sanjeev stood up with a pile of wet files. “I’ll get some paper towels.” He dropped the soggy papers down on my desk and hurried off to the kitchen. Meanwhile, I spun back around to find another message from her.
“I’ve got to run off to a meeting. This has been fun. Don’t be a stranger, okay? (wink)”
I exhaled and dropped back in my seat, not caring about the coffee that dripped onto my cream
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