It had been much too long since they had seen each other. Chloe waited impatiently for him to show up, pacing around in frustration. Why wasn’t he here yet? Finally, with an exasperated sigh, she called his roommate to let her in. A large smiling Richard came to the door, letting in his supposed third roommate. “I’m waiting in your room for him. Dammit,” she grumbled as he shrugged in his accepting way.
Seems simple enough to me
You roll over, hoping to see the alarm about to go off. Instead you see what felt like hours was actually only a few minutes. With a frustrated sigh you roll back over, knowing it'll only make things worse if you face the demon red lights.
Looking over the lake, I find my stomach dropping as my eyes lock onto a chunk of ice floating. It seems to get smaller as it goes, melting like everything else, the harsh lines softening and rounding out. It bumps into another piece and spins back, seemingly apologizing for something it can't control. But the other piece continues on without a glance toward my little piece. My little piece goes on, dodging and bumping others in a sad manner that reminds one of a kindergartner in a high school hallway.
Alright! Listen up, my fellow humans! I am here to tell you that corsets can be feminist too! I know, I know. Shocking! But it's true.