Seventy-five

By the time we reached home, the cake I had eaten had dissolved and my stomach felt very empty. I wonder why it seemed I always ate like some silly pig, but never put on weight. It was one of the gifts I felt blessed to have.

"Hungry," I mumbled as we weaved through the mansion, trying to get to the kitchen.

"Me too." Susie said theatrically. She always did like to be extra..I laughed at her imitation of a dog panting and shook my head.

"You look hilarious," I said.

"And how do you think you look, Marilyn Monroe?" She spat.

"Susie, that is so random and weird! How do you come up with these stuff?"

Susie shrugged and grinned. "I try."

"That doesn't answer the question but I would be foolish to pry," I stated.

Susie threw me a wink and we halted In front of the kitchen.

Was I dreaming? Or hallucinating? I feel it had to be hallucinations. I had spent the past weeks daydreaming about him, envisioning him and chasing after him like I was chasing after the wind. And there Xavier st