ch. XXXI: The Best Year Ever

She knew it was going to be good the minute she woke up and realized her favorite pair of socks was clean. Definitely a good sign! She stepped into the airy kitchen and made herself tea. An even better surprise: a brand new purple pen lay on the table, eagerly awaiting her arrival. (You know, the kind with the thin nib. Not super thin, but not thick and prone to smudges either. Le Pen. It's very French, and quite dear.)

She put down her mug and picked up the pen. And so she began her year: