047: jitters

Frantically she paced, a part of her brain working-out the details of just how long it would be before the carpet wore away; the rest of her mental energies were, unfortunately, focusing on the very motivation for the incessant footsteps. Just to the south, another familiar organ throbbed at an alarming rate, rattling the small rib cage it called "home."

Presently, just a few feet away, sat the phone, taunting the impatient youth with its silence. The young woman pleaded with the device, using bright eyes made blue by seas of tears welling-up inside.

It relented.

"Sweet rapture!"