<blockquote>Monday. “Pisces. You started showing your hidden skills and people are noticing! Accept the changes that are coming.”
The metro train was jerking right and left, accelerating and decelerating, without any kind of recognizable rhythm. Meriam felt tired, as if the project she had been working on for the past year had lasted for decades. She folded the newspaper on the seat in front of her and extended her legs clad in a pair of jeans to put her feet up. She settled for a brief rest.</blockquote>
