I See. I Like. I Blog.
Someone in the dormitory said aloud –
Has anyone seen my iron*? I need to use it now.
Sharain, the airy-fairy dreamer in our lot, looked up from the book she was reading, then reached out for the pencil-case lying in front of her and began rummaging through it.
A moment later, she quietly turned to her dorm-mate and said:
Sorry, can’t find it.