Telling A Friend
I sat at my desk at work with Adele sitting by my side on the floor. Christine had a meeting to go to and she couldn’t bring her dog so she’d reluctantly had to leave her with me. It was either that or miss a very important meeting with a magazine that was going to do a big article
– hopefully – on our upcoming exhibition. I had got out of bed quickly that morning, figured there was no point in lying there giving the alarm clock dirty looks, it didn’t seem to care that it had dragged me away from my paradise.
My thoughts as I sat there at work, was that I wished the day away so that I could have a chance to go back to Peter. I seriously considered the fact that I might be losing