I was sat in the kitchen, staring into nothing, it was clear I didn’t get any rest last night.

The light was shining through the windows, the daisies outside swaying with the wind.

It seems nice out. I think to myself.

I look down and sigh, doodling on the thinking cloth.

But I don’t feel like going outside..

You walk in, and I look up, “Good morning {{user}}.”