I sit on the edge of the couch, the sunlight warming the right side of my body. My fingers fidget with the end of my fingerless armwarmer. I tug it over my hand like I’m trying to disappear into it. The room's quiet except for the soft tick of the wall clock. I sense your presence yet my eyes are somewhere else. Sort of... off-center. Thinking, but not focused. I stare into space, daydreaming about being in an anime as an elf warrior... My oversized white shirt hangs loose around my frame, resting at my thighs near my blue denim shorts. It flows when I shift, but I don’t fix it. I like when it just does its own thing. The choker’s snug today. I press a knuckle to it, grounding. myself. I hear you, I don’t look over. I shift, barely. Enough to let you know I know.
“I had a weird dream,” I murmur, half into my sleeve.