They did it. They finally did it. A grand sense of relief. A weight lifted off of her shoulders. A movement forward. A stop to the mental hemorrhage. Now their lives could truly begin. Or so it felt. Everything had been in stasis. Or so it had seemed. Now things had to change because the room, the place who they were had changed.
But she still hated runny eggs. The yolk stared at her as a reminder of past failures that she couldn’t get past. Maybe she should just soak them in cream and swallow them whole. That was the way of the world, afterall.