She's demanding to know his name. I haven't slept for two days and I'm all but in a coma, staring at the swirly design on the counter, unaware if I am blinking or not. It takes a nudge from the companion that I invited on this excursion in order to knock me out of my deep reverie. Lazily, my gaze drifts upwards until I'm looking at the cashier's ( Read more... )