Snapshot:

I’m sitting at my desk, messing with my laptop, my feet off to the side and propped on my futon bed. The cat is curled on the bed where I was dreaming an hour ago.

All around the house windows are open to draw off yesterday’s evening heat. Now the morning house is cool, and I’m wearing a light sweater over my tshirt. The blue of the sweater matches parts of my plaid pj pants, and I can tell that it’s wool, because it feels itchy on my arms.

My mother calls from the kitchen, “Did you forget you were cooking oatmeal?”