The mind-shrivelling, uncomfortable, sticky, sticky heat of the sun glared down at her. Kyla stared up at with scorn, squinting at it’s blinding brightness. It had been muggy-hot all month. And it appeared that for the sun had showed up for her birthday. May 19th, a Monday. How disappointing.
    She sipped from her zero-calorie, zero-sugar drink. It was dry, just like her mouth, just like the grass, just like her life. Reminiscing on her weekend, she honestly couldn’t remember what she had done. Had she even left house? She didn’t think so.
    Kyla stretched and rolled her neck. It was so stiff. She must’ve slept funny, she thought. She got up to stretch her legs a bit too. They were stiff too, but that was just from sitting on her ass all day at home.