A Carved Out Space

 I made a starling realization about myself earlier, while reading.  I miss making study guides and learning.  I don’t feel the need or even have the true want to enroll in classes or study anything with the intent to enter that field, but I still miss that feeling of going to class and learning something new. The glide of pen along pager as a professor lectures about this or that. The turning of pages as you research some idea or plot point. The typing of ideas within a group study session or the smell of the library as you wonder the many isles.  That’s what I miss. 

  Jenna Dean Lance slumped farther down into her desk chair, pulling the empty manilla folder up to cover her face better. She wasn't hiding, per say, but she did want to avoid the glaze of her best friend and office mate, Kimberley Stane as she breezed in twenty minutes late   with a fresh iced coffee in hand.   They shared the back wall of their office suite, being the only two bookkeepers/accountants/"document babysitters", as Kimber likes to call them, so there was honestly no way to avoid her friend.  She still tried, though. She heard Kim call out a cheerful hello to their boss as she settled into the desk facing Jenna, passing off her tardiness as traffic problems.    Jenna waited a full two minutes as the silence fell around their office before daring to peak around her pathetic shield.  "Frick!" she cried out, jumping back against her seat.  Kimberley had silently made her way over and was leaned over her desk, less than thre...