Basking in afternoon lighting

is one of my favorite things to do
(along with buying fresh baguettes).

I like when everything is golden with perfection
like the top of a pie after it's been baked.

A very distinctive hexagonal patch of light
appeared on our floor(this picture isn't edited!)
I wish I had sat in it and attempted to engage in
deep philosophical thought
(or at least considered my topic for
the next/final core research paper..).

I'm skypping with my mother right now.
She just asked me:
"Hey, at what age did you start speaking?"
"How should I know? You're the parent!" :P

Apparently, I didn't start talking until pretty late.
My mom was worried/convinced I was a mute child.

this actually scares me a lot,
but me thinks it kewl.
I also don't know why my lower eye lashes
go into my eyeball. can someone tell me?
my face is kind of oil-y too, so don't mind that.