harpsick even more

erica misses the times when she could lie in her bed and read novels after novels without having to worry about the time. erica misses her lovely harp juniors who play angelic music to calm her frazzled nerves. erica misses her teachers in PL who were always there to listen. erica misses the cosy corners of PL where woes of a student were shared freely with both friends and teachers without fearing judgement. erica misses picking pretty flowers by the wayside, scattering their petals as she walks home from school. erica misses sharing delicious packets of salty corn curls bought from the neighbouring mama-shop with her friend and hearing them crunch beneath her teeth. erica misses lazy afternoons spent at her friends house talking till sunset. erica misses playing blindman's buff at the church playground and being carried from one end to another. erica misses her fringe and the pinafore. erica wants her old life back.

erica doesn't want to grow up. she wants to remain in her bubble of contentment and security forever.

and now she is going to get insults about being disillusioned.
please stay away.

erica trots away to play her harp and envelop herself in momentary bliss.