Before I knew it, the lukewarm sun had outgrown its morning dreariness and was shining a brighter hotter afternoon day.
Sammy never got to know if she was right or right, left her on read, sidestepping that question like how I sidestepped my rehabilitation for today. I walked my fair share already just getting back home, I figured a little slacking off could do no harm.
'Sides, there were other things in mind that I'd rather be refining aside from my motor skills…
Just for a bit, a wincy bit… some little magic, yeah? I just learned how to tame it, control it, and make it my own… and I barely used it after doing so. Tell me, who's going to pass up the opportunity to live out a childhood fantasy come to life?
Maybe somebody out was that somebody, but that somebody certainly wasn't me. Nope, I have an empty plate at bedside, and also a metal spoon clattering atop of it, and I'm gonna go on and attain my childhood ambition of becoming a worldwide famous street magician.
