Missing the Devil

Jared wasn’t at the meeting on Monday because of the case in California. I knew this, but it was still oddly disappointing, not seeing him across from me. I arrived early for once, since I slapped on my makeup in the car and didn’t bother flat-ironing my hair.

There was no devil on my shoulder today, goading me and making me feel over-caffeinated. In its absence, I couldn’t seem to stop yawning. P