Train Tomorrow
Read this slowly. Let the words arrive before you decide what they mean.
Friday. Genova tomorrow morning. Bag packed. Four outfits for approximately thirty-six hours. This is reasonable because weather exists.
Dad says I need one pair of jeans.
Dad is not involved in wardrobe operations.
Remember me, Eclipse.
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.