"If you don’t know where you’re going, any road will get you there."
The Housemate - Chapter 3
Holly comes ambling down the stairs, head buried in thought and gaze cast towards her feet as she walks. Her t-shirt crinkles in dark grey folds around her torso as she moves. I recognise the shirt she is wearing. I frown, tilting my head to the side as I focus on it more clearly now. She descends the last step, still off in her own world and comes to a holt at the bottom when she finds me standing directly in front of her, staring I realise now kind of at her chest.
"Is that my shirt?" It’s a rhetorical question because I know it’s my shirt.