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Rhythm

Pam had tried to sleep, but her body had betrayed her. Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow raced across her skin and echoed with her pulse (cool, empty sheets, a lonely extra pillow).

She sprang from her bed long before her alarm sounded. Today, today, today, today, blazed out through her cheeks and shook her nervous hands as she showered (tingling, naked, wet skin) and dressed (special care) and fixed her hair (soft, ready to be touched).

She arrived at the office too early. When, when, when, when, drummed along her fingers against the keyboard, the desk, the side of her teapot (a treasure, all she had that he’d touched besides herself).

Jim arrived. Yes, yes, yes, yes, bubbled up into her eyes and out through her smile (really you, finally you, only you, always you).