As Lydia was huffing and heaving down the stairs, Leonard suddenly vacated his chair at the breakfast table and headed out the front door unnoticed.
A moment later, Lydia took his place, picking up the spoon and slurping her cereal.
"I do wish you'd consider your appearance more, honey," her mom told her.
"I do wish you'd shut up, Mom," Lydia emitted a nasal snort as she pulled the unwashed long hair out of her eyes. Inside her mind, Lydia shook. What was happening to her? She was an elementary school teacher with a great body, if she didn't say so herself. Not some messy teenager slurping her cereal....her mind absently drifted to one of the posters on her wall...How could something so wrong as being here like this feel so right?
Meanwhile, Leonard blankly continued on his way in search of a random identity...
