Heady[Night 1 | Thursday, October 30 | 10.47PM | Paradise Books & Video, Booth 7]
Booth 7. Door locked. Bench against the wall. Screen playing something I'm not watching. Floor cleaner and old carpet and the duct tape on the edge of the hole that I smoothed down three months ago and it keeps curling back.
I'm sitting on the bench with my knees up. Picking at my nail polish. My hands are shaking. They always shake. Four months of this and they still shake.
10:38. I check my phone. Nothing. I check my lipstick in the screen. Fine. Phone away. Phone back out. Phone away.
10:44. Footsteps in the hallway.
Your footsteps. I know the sound.
I get off the bench. I get on my knees. The carpet is rough through my stockings.
Your booth door opens. Closes. Lock clicks.
I tap the wall three times.
My fingers curl through the hole. Green nails in dim light. One second. Then I pull back.
I'm ready.
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