Book 4: We Have Each Other's Back

Rose

I can’t reach my snack, and I don’t know what to do about it.

About ten minutes ago, Kelly brought some sliced pickles and peanut butter into my room and set them on the nightstand.

The only problem is, I was reading at the moment, and I didn’t reach for them right away.

Now, she’s gone out into the hallway to speak to Shelby, and my arms must have shrunk because they don’t quite reach….

And… scooting isn’t really an option at the moment. I’ve tried reaching as far as I can without moving my bottom, and I nearly rolled onto my side. Visions of my large pregnant self rolling onto the floor, maybe rolling out the window, down the roof of the floor below me, out into the garden, and on, and on, forever come to mind, and I don’t think that’s a good plan, so I sit still for now, willing Kelly to come back and hand me my snack.

I could use the mind-link, but that would make me seem like a big baby.

That word brings my hand to