She is working her way through the inventory, and next up is a Roman CAMEO of the god Neptune. She runs her finger down the INDEX, searching for the exact reference. It has been a month since Sylvia has come to work at the newly opened museum. The SWEEP and scope of the collection is a bit overwhelming. She had interned at another, smaller place and had been able to STEEP herself in the collection in just a year. This one felt like she would need many years to comprehend what was before her. But no point borrowing trouble. First she needs to make sure this stunningly carved god is indeed correctly catalogued. She is so engrossed that she doesn’t hear the steps coming behind her. And by the time she does, it is too late. Everything goes dark and when she talked about it later with the police, she struggled to explain. No, she hadn’t gone to SLEEP at work. No, she hadn’t heard anything
before she passed out. And no, she couldn’t explain where the piece of priceless Roman antiquity she had been working on had gone. Sylvia could not shake the sense that there was something she was missing, if only she could remember.

Georg’ann

I crave fresh squeezed JUICE,
quietly SPEAK goodbye.
Sate while still you SLEEP.

Heather