Phoebe
I've been very hopeful so far
Now for the first time I think we're going wrong
Hurry up and tell me this is all a dream
Or could we start again, please?
Now for the first time I think we're going wrong
Hurry up and tell me this is all a dream
Or could we start again, please?
”Tricky how?” she asked, feeling a bit of relief as he finally came to the top of the stairs. Apparently she had proven she wasn’t the same blighted monster she had been in the weeks prior. It still reared its ugly head every now and then, but it was nothing like what it was. Pim also plopped down then, glad that the man was staying and helping to calm Phoebe down. She listened to other humans much better than she listened to him.
The sudden sternness of his tone, coupled with the very ineffective task he wanted her to perform, for whatever reason, struck her as positively ridiculous. So ridiculous in fact that it, coupled with the built up stress and anxiety she had from the previous weeks of torment bubbled over. At first it was just a little giggle. Then another, more prolonged giggle, until finally she was laughing outright, eyes squeeze closed and blackened tears rolling down her cheeks as she held her ribs and pressed her face to her knees. It was the sort of bone shaking laughter that the body produced as a way to relieve stress, and boy had she been stressed lately. ”It was…the blight…not me…” she managed between giggles, breathless and teary eyed from mirth.
