We watch a movie and wonder why it was made. But we don't wonder why we're watching it to the end. The couch is comfortable. The company is undemanding and pleasant.
They pass some time with songs, a dance routine she made up with her friends, and random odd dribbles of entertainment on YouTube.
The dog strains on his leash towards the cat hospital.
The herbal smell of floor wipes, the wood floor glistening.
Each pretty house is like a storybook. Open one, and the rooms and the people would pop out in colorful illustrations.
Walking through a chill spill of rain to an overcrowded restaurant.
On her scooter she attempts to go over a speed bump slowly, as if it's a hill she's scaling.