In her case it wasn’t as much her restless heart that was a problem as her rambunctious vagina. Which was ok because even when the sky was blue she was always partly cloudy… although when she danced it was like watching everything worth having in life.
Her mind worked in a very similar way as her vagina. You’d swear they were connected.
She wondered aloud “How hard would it be to explain the concept of probability to an entity that existed at every point in time at once?” While I wrestled with understanding the question she added; “It would keep interrupting with “Things happen 100% of the time as they happened”, no doubt in that smug tone entities get when they live at every point in time at once.”
Eager to jump in I would say “And they’d know you were going to think they were smug and they’d say it anyway.”
“They’d have to” she’d reply before falling silent again.
Forecast? Partly cloudy.
In a day and age where sex sells you’re no doubt waiting for me to dive further into her vagina but I’m going to have to disappoint. I weighed the odds of diving into the vagina of a girl who lived at a single point in time at once and realized that things that are never going to happen don’t happen 100% of the time.
Restless hearts can be tricky things.