She sits at the top of a tower
Reagan has red-tinted blond hair and cool blue eyes. His shoulders are broad and his calves are thick. His hands are rough, and his skin is smooth and darkly tanned from his work. His voice is deep, so deep that when he laughs, it vibrates in my chest.
I woke up this morning angry. There isn't any one thing that has made me this way. It is a compilation of losing a pregnancy, coming to work when a doctor told me to take off, the new girl being ridiculous and a gossip, the cleaning people ruining the flowers sitting on my desk, and my old apartment complex not sending me the refund they owe me. Oh, and not having taken my meds for two weeks. That'll do it too.
There is a finch that lives trapped inside of my ribcage.