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she knew a verb when she heard one.
Or maybe the problem was that she spent her time thinking about adjectives and verbs while other people stood around looking like fresh-picked produce,
embrace the adjective,
Sleep tossed over her shoulder as she sprinted down the hall, leaving dreams in a scattered trail behind her.
that basic human need to have a place, a moment, to pause before entering, to shift from the person you were outside to the one you would become when you walked through the door.
as if, perched on the crest of a roller coaster, the rest of the ride was suddenly, irreversibly clear. On the way up, the vista had been infinite, the time to look about sometimes agonizingly long; now there was only the certain and dispassionate knowledge that there was one set of rails on which to travel, the ending immutable and about to begin. It didn’t matter that the rest of the trip might take twenty, even thirty years to complete; the angle of the ride had changed.
