The ticking clock is a reminder that there is no time to spare; however I cease to accept it’s warning. I decide that getting ready can wait, and that right now reading the latest issue of The Berlin Fashion Journal is more important.
Upon entering my bedroom, I peel my socks and shoes off, tossing my sizeable winter coat to the side. I spot the magazine propped up against my pillow, the works of Nele. I pick the magazine up and plop onto my bed.
