TurnipFlower
I stepped into the room, feet padding tenderly on the rugged carpet. As quietly as I could, I slipped out my headphones. In a hushed whisper, I began to mumble to the small audience I had acquired over the years.
“Hey. It’s me, Jack. I realize this might be hard to hear, but I’ve decided it’s been long enough. Tonight, I’m turning for them.” I heard a little gasp sputter out of my mouth. It was all too real now. I was really doing this.
I suddenly stood up and ripped off my headphones, immediately tripping on my chair and crashing to the ground.
"Shit!" I yelped.