• Charlotte tapped her pen along with the ticking of the clock. The last time she'd looked up at it, it was only 4:38. She closed her eyes and sighed softly, laying her head down on her hand. All her work was done for the day, and the following. Her desk was neat as ever. The pens in her cup had all been tested and were in working condition. The tape roll was evenly placed with the stapler. Her name plate; polished.

    She always longed to go home in the evenings. Work, something she used to enjoy had become a filler to make her day pass more quickly. She would go home and wait for him to come. She was sure that he was a hallucination; but he was one that she'd come to crave. 'Crazy' was a strong word. She preferred the term 'dreamer'. Sure, she had to take 5 different pills to get through her day. Sure, she didn't exactly talk to anyone unless she had to. Her clothes were second hand and left something to be desired to the eye. Issac didn't care about any of that, he only wanted her touch and she his.