Lazy afternoon. The typewriter, the record player, the cat sleeping in the corner, and the girl---- yes, the girl. Just sitting there twirling her hair while she quietly read her book. As I looked at her it's almost as if she was orchestrating everything in the room. Like she's the Sun, and everything else in the room were like the planets in a solar system. Yeah, she was definitely the Sun. She had no idea she was the Sun.
boy named patric