The collection of moist crust that accumulated over the course of the evening prevents your eye from opening easily. So, you rub at it mindlessly, flicking the crumbs to the side of the bed. You arch your back, stretch your torso and extend your arms wide-reaching for imaginary apples hanging from the sides of your bed. With your arms outstretched, you lay there motionless, observing the blank wall, listening in on the dull silence of the morning. You shift your body to the left of the bed and come up to a seated position, you feel lazy, lethargic, then deeply slouch your back so much that you begin to feel a minor stretch along the back of your neck.

Mentally prepared, Neermala shifted her weight towards the branch to her left, reaching her arm out wide for the incaved hollow that stood before her. The hollow would normally allow her to hang freely, supporting her usual hobble-like leaps from one branch to the next. Though at that moment, as her arm stretched forward, her eyes distractedly caught a glimpse of a lusciously ripe green guava fruit, and for a spilt second, she forgot what she was doing. Instead of gripping hold of the hollow in the tree, her fingers violently grasped the air just below it. Her feet had presumptuously already shifted forwards towards the second branch. Though, this time, her feet were unexpectedly surprised by the fact that her fingers had missed the hollow. Thus, her descent towards the ground began.

Well this has been a rather miserable day. May I begin by saying, that I do not understand why such random occurrences like this so often tend to follow me around. I truly must be some sort of Velcro that attracts crazy bull shit. Get this, one of the regulars at the Libiliem coffee shop this afternoon just fucking died. Literally, he looked at me, and then fell over. All right, there’s more to it than that, but whatever.

Bounded by a motionless state of solitude, Fjör found himself sitting cross-legged in the center of a meadow deep in the forests of the Selkirk mountains. The vast, empty yet open surroundings wisped him into a moment of reminiscence. A tiny crowned kinglet flew over his head and into the coniferous trees that surrounded him in a uniquely symmetrical circular fashion. This took him back to the moment when his mother had first brought him there.