The Library; Wednesday [ 04/02 ]

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Adah had to admit to still feeling a little weirded out by the weekend; childhood, for her, seemed so long ago that it was jarring to be reminded of what it had been like. She'd forgotten what it was like to be that new to moving, so that when she moved now, it seemed so fluid and easy by comparison, like in one of her dreams. She'd forgotten what it had felt like before she wanted to be a doctor and, instead, despised them, because all those tests and pokes and painful check-up sessions were still fresh in her head. She'd forgotten what it was like to still be so asleep, just barely blinking out of waking.

It left her even quieter than usual, and more mobile.