“I’m okay, today. Just okay,” she tells her, continuing on, “I so want to be a normie.”
“Between you and me, I think normies are a bit of a boring, drag,” she replies to her.
And, I think I see a splinter in your eye; but, I fear I am mistaking it for the log impaling mine.
So, she takes a walk.
It is mistimed; because, the sun is so bright she must cast down her eyes instead of holding her head high.
In her cans, she hears someone play chord C on a piano, repetitively.
And, while she cannot count the time, she times the steps of her feet.
Four between each.
The iterations end.
A voice asks her “What shall we play next?”
“Doesn’t matter much to me. Just