...May, she threatened...29may12...

tHe calendAR staRed back.  Her slate blue eyes didn't blink.  They didn't waver from the heavily fortified serif text that was woefully lined to perfection underneath the forgettable color sketch of a perfunctory city hall.  M-A-Y.  It had too many lines.  It relied to heavily on the serif.  It yelled serif.

Her blond hair was pulled back, the remnants too little to work with: a spit of a tail that barely made it out of the band.  The frames of her new glasses were thick, and black.  They looked like a punctuation on the edge of her nose.  And she still hadn't blinked.

THe nUmbERs.  How slow they felt, different then the face of a clock.  A clock's numbers seemed to jump and play.  The calendar was lacking anything than INFORMATION.  It TOLD you the number, not introduced it behind the dance of the hands.  It was static and sat, and sat, and sat...

She smelled her breath.  It was a bad habit, but she felt, all of a sudden, she had too much time and too little to do all at once.  She breathed on the back of her hand, right next to the soft of the back of her thumb, where it met her wrist.  Then she sniffed.  It smelled of rancid taffy and mashed potatoes.  The latter was from dinner.  The former was what she kept near the bed.  Saturday morning bad breath blues.

The sun was well ahead of her.  The blinds indicated that she had wasted a few hours already.  She pulled back the left part of her lip back toward her ear.  M-A-Y.

I may go over to the record store and listen to the new 45 of Bobby Darin's.  I may go over to the dress shop and look at the white tea dress with the lace fringe over the silk weaved cotton.  It had a black ribbon for a belt.  I may just sit here and wait until Monday and die.  [She didn't even know she over used the word much too often to mean anything anymore.]

She thought of Derek Krause, even though she made a vow with all her might to put his stupid antics aside.  But his stupid face and his stupid nape hair and all the stupid smirky...ugh.  He better not say anything to her again, after what he joked.  Jerk.  It took five minutes, but Derek Krause finally made his exeunt.  She turned over on her stomach and took in a deep breath, realized that she was holding it too long.

This is what May is going to bring me.