I sat in the Turkish position on the couch and loaded myself with vanilla ice cream with pieces of cookies straight from the bucket.  A few hours ago, I pulled on black yoga pants and a white tank top.  Definitely the perfect outfit for lounging around at home and drowning in a confused mess of your own thoughts.

But I had an audience here for about half an hour.

June was sitting in the chair, staring at me.  I felt like he was watching me like some wild animal in a paddock.

"Fo e?" I hummed at her with a mouth full of ice cream.

She arched a light eyebrow. ...