Plastic parrots are strung across nadya's window.
I'm sitting on her bed, in her empty house
(which was designed by a student of frank lloyd wright).

area rugs cover the floors.
>>earthy tones<<
trinkets from all over the world line window sills.
paintings are hung in the hallways.


Her mom took her to the optometrist this morning at 7am.
I awoke and now I have the entire house to myself.

I already skypped with my mom,
& wandered around the rooms for a while.
i began to feel hungry
so i ate 1 strawberry i found on the counter.
hmm now what.