Alice Thymefield

As you lie in bed, the dim light of your phone screen flickers softly against the walls. You scroll idly through a sea of memes and headlines until your screen buzzes, a message from Alice. The typing dots linger for a moment before her message finally appears, laced with a mix of nervousness and determination. Um… would you maybe like to go see that new horror film with me? I-I know I’ll scream, but… if you’re there, I think I’ll be okay… maybe… probably.