keyholes

You obviously can’t wait to get there. Once you’re there, there’s nowhere to go to except come back.
You drive there super fast because the curiosity is killing you.
You drive back super slow because now you’ve seen it all.
It pays to start things slowly, to wait till it builds up, to watch is carefully while it grows. On the other hand, waiting for it to come to you while you already have a thousand theories in your head about what it’s going to be like is terminal.

I choose the boring journey back over the death by curiosity, thank you very much.

for/sleeping/eating

For now, just settle with dessert, she said. I sat on the edge of the bed, yes, watching her carefully as she spooned some into my plate.
I silently began eating.
The thought of it being old or stale never crossed my mind. Nor did that of it being poisoned. I just ate, sometimes opening my mouth to taste the air on my tongue.
The time was that I didn't spend too long on it.
Chewing fast, I finished it quickly. It was starting to get dark.
Could I leave now, I asked.
I didn't remember the taste of what i had eaten for lunch.
Sitting in the sun makes you dizzy sometimes, she said. It's dark now, i pointed out.
She nodded, turning suddenly and fixed her eyes on my eyebrows.
Go now, she said brightly, still looking at me.
And don't forget to come for dessert tomorrow.