*Olivia*
I yawned as I lounged across the long leather couch in the living room. Some random cartoon was playing entirely in Italian, and I was only catching a few words here and there as I stared blankly at the screen.
I didn’t really get the cartoon about the human-like chickens. In fact, it was pretty creepy to watch, but it was mindless entertainment, and that was enough for now.
“Why does he still have the eggshell on his head?” Dahlia questioned, baffled, as she glanced up from her phone to see what we were watching.
My head lay on her lap like a pillow, my gaze focused on the TV as the baby chicken began to wash itself with soap, revealing it was a white chicken and not black.
“I dunno,” I shrugged, suppressing a yawn. It was a lazy afternoon, and I felt like I finally understood cats who lazed about while sunbathing. Something about the light peering through the window, warming you up, just made you sleepy.
