One of her fingernails was longer than the rest, and this was the first time she had noticed but otherwise all was fine. Misha’s fluffy white dog, Poof, sniffed her fingers as he enjoyed partaking in any shared activity. His floppy ears flew up and down as he yipped excitedly in circles around her. The amount of time that had passed was still mysterious to her, so Misha wandered to the small adjoining kitchen, her joints a little stiff and unyielding to her weight as if they had taken time off from supporting her body. It was one o’ clock, not a second too early or too late. Sometimes she wished the clock would develop a mind of its own and fool everyone. Here at home, the skies were clear and blended easily with the sunshine for a perfect San Francisco afternoon. You could stick your hand out and imagine it on a two-dimensional plane with the rest of the world around you, like a postcard. Not real enough. Misha sighed and flipped on the big screen, bypassing her inbox, task lists, and everything else so she could catch some entertaining shows for a change.
