She wasn't sure why she was staring at it, but she'd been doing it for so long, she was sure there was a reason. If she could only remember ..."Heather?"She moved her head too fast, and her eyes started to swim around in their sockets. Heather giggled. She felt like a fish in a very round bowl. She reached out and grabbed her friend Laura's arm, although she wasn't sure if it was Laura, or Megan, or someone else entirely who had said her name."Hey!" Heather said, rubbing the sleeve of Laura's sweater between her thumb and forefinger. "This is really nice.""Are you okay?" Laura asked, pulling her arm away. Heather just stared at it."Yeah. Did the door, like, do something to offend you?" Megan asked, scrunching up her entire face so that she looked like a cartoon version of herself. "You looked like you wanted to kill it or something.""I'm waiting for Sam," Heather said, blinking. At least she wished she was.Megan's eyebrows shot up. "Sam's coming?""No.""Oh."Megan and Laura exchanged pitying looks that Heather wasn't about to stand for.
