And Then There Is Today
It was 10:42 a.m. on a Tuesday. A perfectly reasonable hour to question one’s sanity. Adena M’lynn sat cross-legged in a lime green plastic chair at the Spin ‘n’ Suds laundromat (fictional name—except for her), wearing polka dot Crocs and a shirt that read, “Maybe I’m Fine. Maybe I’m Feral.” She wasn’t entirely sure what feral meant anymore, but it felt pretty accurate. You see, Adena had reached that magical age and mental state where she frequently wondered: Am I delightfully eccentric… or should someone be quietly Googling therapists on my behalf? Were people still saying “bless her heart” behind her back—or had they moved on to group texts and concerned emojis? She chuckled at the thought, then reached into her laundry basket and pulled out what she assumed was a pillowcase. Eyes closed, she brought it to her nose and inhaled deeply, smiling like she’d just been transported to lavender fields in Provence. And then—she snorted . L...