Multiple closets for different needs. Overkill.

Father says it will come in time. “Time heals,” he says. I don’t tell him that I don’t know what time is.

I thought grandmothers had to like you. It’s a law or something.

There is something about her eyes. Eyes don't breathe. I know that much. But hers look breathless.

I suppose you're right about some perspectives. Just a few weeks ago, I thought you were a dickhead.

Things I can feel. Hard. Soft. Rough. Smooth. But the inside kind of feel, it is all the same, like foggy mush. Is that the part of me that is still asleep? (9)

Observing and understanding are two different things.