The sound of the air conditioning clouds your focus. It's about midday at a house that is not your own; you can tell by the bright blue, cloudless sky outside the window. The room you're in has a green carpet going from corner to corner. A drawer is next to you, and on top of it a small TV/VCR combo television. Various items clutter around the TV, including a Nintendo 64, miscellaneous papers, and some school supplies. You're sitting on the ground probably watching some anime. Or perhaps you're playing the N64. You don't exactly feel comfortable here but you know you're not in danger. It's the same feeling you get when you're about to leave to go somewhere but you don't exactly know when you're going to go. There's a suspended urgency to you being here. It's momentary.


Momentary.