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Student, Creative Writer @ Babcock University
I don't think you love Him
<p>“Bzzt. Bzzt.”
</p><p>Sade ran to her phone this morning, desperate to hush her noisy alarm. Scrolling and scrolling, she beheld all that awaited her today. The first challenge threatened to deal her a K.O. in thirty minutes, so she got ready in a
</p><p>“Splash. Zip. Poof!”
</p><p>Before hundreds more could bear their teeth, she hurried out her apartment door. But she forgot something.
</p><p>“Sade is not real!”
</p><p>This was the mantra at work; her colleagues constantly teased and jeered at her apparent inability to stop working.
</p><p>“She’s everywhere,” they said.
</p><p>“She has ten arms and a dozen legs,” they said.
</p><p>And all that they said, she was. Sade was many things. She was quicker than an antelope, always exceptional at work, her mouth was an unfiltered tap, ‘inhale’ was the best term to describe how she ate, and she would always be drained by the time she reached home. And home she was. She searched her pockets for her keys, wondering if she had forgotten them.
</p><p>“Jingle. Click. Click. Screeeech!”
</p><p>Droopy-eyed Sade warmed up Chinese takeout for dinner. Her eyes were always droopy when she was tired.
</p><p>“What did I forget?” she asked, watching the little paper bowl swirl around in her microwave. Think, Sade. Think! You’re supposed to be smart. You’ve always been the babe that has all her eggs in a crate.
</p><p>“Ding!”
</p><p>Sade was inhaling spicy noodles in front of her TV. She was watching Pride and Prejudice for the sixth time this month.
</p><p>“You are mistaken, Mr. Darcy, if you suppose that the mode of your declaration affected me in any other way than as it spared me the concern which I might have felt in refusing you, had you behaved in a more gentleman-like manner!”
</p><p>Yes, she was already quoting scenes. She hated the movie, or at least the speed of it. The novel seems better paced, whole.
</p><p>“Mm. Hm?” she squirmed on her sofa. Sade fell asleep with the TV on in her living room.
</p><p>“Again?”
</p><p>Again! She pushed herself to stand, picking up the pieces of noodles and her dignity on the floor.
</p><p>In her bedroom, her groggy hands stripped her body down to her underwear before she collapsed on her bed. Lying on her back, Sade stared at the ceiling, already half-conscious and sleepy-eyed. She whispered a thought before being swept into the land of those who dream.
</p><p>“What did I forget?”
</p><p>“You forgot your debit card.”</p>
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