“You’ll have to leave this place” her mother said.
“We’ve got funding!” they declared.
“So I finally get to disappear? Be on my own?” she thought to herself.
The dread started creeping in one tiny claw at a time, till it had finally got a grip on her whole reading shelf.
But this was the dream! Why wasn’t this exciting her anymore?
“Responsibilities” the conscience whispered…"good luck trying to sleep at night mi amour”
“I need a doctor,” she croaked, her throat parched in the cold night air.
Loud ringing laughter- "that's what you're here to become you silly hare!"