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meetings. I am very helpful during these business trips. Kara brings me all the time when she goes.” My voice is small and I can’t help feeling like an insolent child.
    “Personally I think it’s a waste of company money but I suppose it’s their call.” I can hear her flipping her magazine in the background, telling me that she’s already bored with this conversation. “I will report back to your father that you are well. Goodbye, Tessa.” Sharon ends the call before I get the chance to say goodbye back to her. I gently put my phone on the counter and hang my head in my hands. Whatever happiness and excitement I had before Sharon called has vanished into thin air. It’s a specialty of hers. She’s always looking for new ways to bring me down and remind me of where I stand in life. With my mood now dampened I decide to resume cleaning, only this time without the luxury of losing myself in the music.
    Another hour passes by and my living room slowly illuminates from the street lights outside my window. Only then do I realize it’s now nighttime and I haven’t eaten anything all day, again. My stomach rumbles at my neglect as I walk over to the bread box to make a toasted English muffin with peanut butter.
    As I walk in circles around my tiny kitchen area waiting for the muffin to toast, a song jumps out at me and I absentmindedly hum along to it. Once again, music comes to my rescue, slowly relieving the tension that was brought on by my impromptu phone conversation. Don’t ask me why Jumper by Third Eye Blind pops into my head at that moment but it definitely reflects my mood perfectly right now. I can understand the feeling of being out on a ledge, seeing there is no escape and wondering if anyone genuinely cares. I know all too well about having the past haunt you, torment you every single day, reminding you of who you are and where you came from. What I wouldn’t give to escape that past and build a better future.
    For now I’ll settle for my other way to escape reality. I grab my meager dinner and trot over to the couch, flopping unceremoniously onto the cushions and tucking my feet underneath my body. I page through my Kindle to find my newest book acquisition and lose myself in the story of two star-crossed lovers, destined for each other, overcoming all obstacles while finding their elusive happily ever after.

    Sunday greets me with bright sunlight peeking through the curtains in my bedroom window. The hard, unforgiving floor is cool underneath my heated skin as the images of my recurring dream play out in my mind. Why can’t I stop dreaming about this guy? I don’t even know who he is, but he is a constant presence in my subconscious. I pick myself up off the floor and jab at the alarm, silencing the annoyingly loud buzzing that is aiding my headache. I quickly shower and ready myself in record time because for once I’m actually excited to do something.
    With my lazy day yesterday I was able to pack all my luggage and necessary items for the week, except what I was going to need for this morning. I decided that my laptop bag would double as my carry-on, only because I ran out of room in my suitcase and didn’t want to check another bag. I gently place my laptop in a zippered pocket, along with my Kindle to keep me entertained during the long flight. We have a layover in New York for a couple of hours before we head to London so I’m definitely going to need something to do there. The files that I had to run and get from the office yesterday, which I had forgotten in my haste to leave on Friday, are secured in another zippered pocket, along with the flash drive containing the digital versions. Last, but not least, a bag of chocolate covered peanuts is tucked away into a side pocket, my guilty pleasure.
    I sit patiently on the couch, glancing down at my watch every few minutes in the hopes time has sped up.
    10:45 am.
    I let out a sigh and bounce my leg up and down, staring out the window of my