Noise from the apartment below traveled in on the cool spring air through the open window mingling with the music playing in Alex’s room. As she unpacked she sang along happily. Happy it was warming up, happy she had cleaned her apartment before she left for vacation, happy to have gotten a tan over Spring Break. It was especially delightful given what had actually happened over vacation. She had run into an old flame. It was a different time and place but she couldn’t shake the feeling of déjà vu. It didn’t hit the same sweet unshackled note, but instead built around her a feeling she just couldn’t put her finger on. They had a nice tête-à-tête. For reasons unknown to her Beach Boy had tried to slide back into her life. Their break up had been anything but smooth sailing and she hadn’t shed that skin, freed that cage, or what have you just to be sucked back into the endless back forth about differences that were never going to change. She was happy being single because she found herself running into the same two types of guys. Either they’re cute, fun, and non-committal or handsome, mature, and wanted to marry her. However given the state of things her uterus was the only thing she wanted to put a ring on. It felt like she had out grown a pair of discontinued shoes and bought her new pair a size too big. She was content going barefoot, for now. Her room was a mess. She hated unpacking. Packing was easy. Step One: Gather Belongings. Step Two: Zip. Unpacking however was not a zip and a snap. No matter how hard she tried she always managed to lose something before she got back. This time it had been her favorite pair of socks and glasses case. She rolled over on her bed and let out a groan. Now she was hungry. Alex, to lazy to go to the kitchen, lay on her back peeping the chipped polish on her toes. She thrust her head back as her eyes rolled back. If it meant being able to see the her floor and snacks maybe she could stand a few blisters.