Time Tunnel

I almost fell asleep at my desk this morning, so little sleep I actually got last night. I remember waking at 4 am, the sound of my own voice jarring me awake, though I can't remember now what I was saying.

We were back in college, the five of us girls. Carrie, Tracy, Robin, Brenda and me, carrying on like ninnies, dancing on beds and singing songs into our hairbrush microphones.

We were silly like that. Never caring what other people said or thought. We were our own exclusive little club and no one else was ever allowed to enter.

Someday - though not tonight - I'm going to write the memoirs for the girls of Penfield Hall ... Because each of us still has a story needing to be told.