The Beauty in Time

12

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I've decided it already. Morgan's great.

She likes my cat, my outfits, and she liked it when Matthew brought her to the library to get a book so she can pass the time while he's at work. She too is a fan of fantasy books. Fantasy romance on top of that.

She seems to like me too, actually. She's only been here a couple of days, and I find her every time I need Dizzy back from Matthew. If she doesn't go with him to work or to the library, then she's at home and she's there when Dizzy goes over to Matthew's. She comes over with Dizzy in her arms while he's still at work, which is great because our schedules sometimes don't line up great.

I've seen more of Morgan than I have of Matthew. That part of it all makes me sad, but it's okay. I'll see him eventually.

Maybe not tonight though. I don't think I'll be leaving my apartment tonight, not with Jamie and Tory here for a friends night. We're making clay animals tonight with air dry clay.

I narrow my eyes at Tory's clay project. "Tory, that's not an animal." I dryly point out. Jamie glances over. Her nose scrunches at the blob on Tory's plate.

Tory frowns. "It is too." They argue. "It's, like..." They pause to squint at the blob. I get the feeling they don't even know what it's supposed to be either.

I shake my head at them. "Nope. Gotta redo it." I decide. "Has to be an animal."

Tory groans. "Elle, come on!"

"You know the rules." Jamie murmurs. Her eyes don't leave the cat blob on her plate.

"Fine. Then Elle has to change hers too."

I gasp at that. "What? What's wrong with mine?"

"It's a dinosaur."

I scoff. "Dinos are animals, Tory."

"Are not."

"Are too."

"Dinosaurs are animals." Jamie decides. "They're extinct, but they were animals." She hums, nodding at us. I grin at Tory. Tory rolls their eyes.

"Fine." Tory grumbles. They start to make their blob into something else. I laugh to myself and work on my Diplodocus.

"We should bake something after this." Jamie suggests. She's already almost done with her cat, way ahead of me and Tory.

"Like what?" My nose scrunches at the thought of the last thing I baked. Awful. "I have pancake mix." My cookies didn't come out the best the last time I made them. I gave them to Matthew. I have no idea if he ate them or not.

Hopefully not. Those things were saltier than Don Juan Pond. I nearly died after taking the first bite. Turns out, the recipe called for one teaspoon of salt. Not one cup.

Oops.

"We could make a cake." Jamie suggests with widening eyes. "Brownies." She gasps.

"Brownies sound better than a cake." Tory decides, absently involved in the conversation as they try their best to form their blob into something other than a blob. I don't think they know what other than a blob, but it's something.

I sigh deeply. "I guess we could." I mutter dismissively. I'm not sure if I have everything, or even if we have a good recipe. But we can figure it out when the time comes. Or maybe everyone will forget by the time we're all done with our crafts like we did last time we did something like this.

For some reason, our next plans can never stick in our heads long enough to actually do any of them. Maybe our subconsciouses know it's a bad idea and just nope us away from it.