It was a blustery evening the night you decided to venture into the heart of the city. You thought that if you just went looking one more time, you could find her. You follow your usual route until you glimpse something familiar through the glass windows of a coffee house. Your heart leaps with hope and adrenaline as you quicken your pace and hastily turn the corner. You're greeted by a darkened alleyway filled with garbage bins. The moment it takes your eyes to adjust to the gloom, you pause with apprehension. This is not your usual route. You turn to go, but not before you see a shadow stir behind the closest garbage bin. Ice fills your heart as you start forward. The shadow twists and stretches until it stands to face you. Staring at you, I advance forward until I can feel your jagged breath upon my face. Before you have time to speak, I pronounce, "yes, it is I. The Lurker" and proceed to stuff an upvote and a picture of a cat into your paralyzed hands, cackle and skip away.

Aaaaand hopefully your eyes aren't bleeding from my horrendous attempt at writing something that isn't for a class.
And speaking of class, I just so happen to be in some. Because I am a senior in college. I am studying Music Performance. I play viola. Like Jake the Dog. Unfortunately I don't have any magical powers like he does. I'm also not a dog. But I sure do love 'em.

Anyway 26

Stay sweet.