Jessica blew on the tassel of her cap three times.

I wish it would rain.

She noticed a crease on her red gown, so tended to it. The same velvety textures subsumed the landscaped lawn of the outdoor stadium.

I wish I could crawl down a rabbit hole, where everything makes cents, make a bunch of illogical lessons with insanity as the cipher, then watch the sane people try to correct me.

On a bench full of senior students any and every which way, part of her ...