72 hours spent doing the same routine all while consumed with thoughts of when I’d get to see him again. Waking up: I wonder if he’s still sleeping. Taking a shower: I wonder what kind of shampoo Porter uses. Eating the flavorless food set out for me: I wonder what delicious pastry Porter is enjoying right now. Everything I did steered back to him. Mrs. Hall asked me yesterday if I could come over and help with her laundry. I’d never done laundry before, since that was Tommy’s job, but I jumped at the chance of doing something other than watching the hours pass by. As I got dressed, I thought of what Porter was wearing that day. The kitchen was empty, which surprised me since it was typically the time the Hendersons ate breakfast. I’d never been the first one there, so I wasn’t sure if I should get my own bowl of oatmeal. I stayed in the doorway, trying to decide if making my own food would get me into trouble. I didn’t hear any other sounds around me, so I walked to the cabinet and grabbed a bowl.
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