A Promise to Remember
"No sweat. I'll join you in Eldonfield instead."
...
Morning light filtered in, and I opened my eyes, my head pounding from yesterday's flurries.
Still, my friend's birthday beckoned. Gift in hand, I couldn't skip it.
My phone buzzed with a message from Ted: [Forgot these. Swing by tonight.]
Attached was a photo of the Snoopy pajamas.
They were a sneaky couple's set I'd bought—one for him, one for me. Whenever he wore his, it sparked a fleeting illusion of happiness, as if he belonged to me, even if just for a moment. In hindsight, it was pathetically laughable.