She waited for a gray-green tentacle to slither up from the water.
I leaned in to kiss his forehead. Please, just another day, another month, I thought. Was a year too much to ask for?
The clock on the wall was red. It said 3:37. Tick. Tick. Tick. The paint running dry, the rim cracked and falling to pieces. I went to the bathroom. It said OMBRES which any idiot knows is spelled wrong.