She held her grief behind her eyes like an ocean and when she leaned forward into the day it spilled onto the floor and she wiped at it quickly with her foot and pretended no one had seen.
I don't really have any secrets, she told me once. I just forget a lot of stuff.
There are things I refuse to show you, my mirror told me. You've got enough to worry about already.
I mainly want someone to tell me I'm right & then pay me, he said. Is that too much to ask? & I said as long as you're living in a dream world, you might as well make it work for you.