Stuck-In-Time

Leslie shyly peeked into Adolf's room, her hair a wily mess, her eyes twinkling with annoyed boredom. As she slipped in, shutting the door behind her, she stood akwardly, her legs criss-crossed as she stood by the door. "Come on out, you can see the backyard," Leslie slipped out the glass door behind him, and as he slid it closed, sitting on the brick by the dog house, Leslie sat in the grass at his feet, the sweet scent of the blooming cherry blossom trees in the forest and the trickling of the waterfall in her yard -- one house over -- lulling her into a calm stupor. Her petite frame shadowed in the silent darkness of the backyard, Leslie p