Inspired by this Ficlets-provided phrase:
Sunshine flooded in the room…
Sunshine flooded into the room. It collected in pools at her bare feet and washed against the nightstand.
Quietly, she stood and stepped to the window. A downtown, by looks and sound. Car horns and sirens offered clues. But today’s geography lesson would have to wait.
With her left hand, she untied a black ribbon from around her right hand. The ribbon had held her hand in a fist all night. The cramp is always awful, but she couldn’t sleep otherwise. Her fingers uncurled, revealing a bar napkin and a stack of Post-It notes. On the topmost is written a girl’s name and an address. On the napkin is a boy’s name and a phone number.
Later, she’ll step out onto the sidewalk, then turn back, look up and write today’s address on the next Post-It. She’ll learn today’s name later.
Later still, she’ll buy a postcard from the post office. She’ll address it to the girl on the topmost Post-It. Napkin, name and number close at hand, she’ll stand at the counter and write:
“Yesterday, when I was you …”