#16. Cold Storage.

The fridge had a second compartment she hadn’t noticed before.

It was behind the cheese drawer,
and cold from the inside out.

Inside were small Tupperware boxes,
each labelled with a date
that hadn’t happened yet.

She opened one
and found a conversation, perfectly preserved:
her voice, saying something
she hadn’t yet decided to believe.

She closed it quickly,
but the light inside stayed on.