Stereotypes: A Short Story
The moment I feel the most at home is when I’m in my house, on my computer talking with my friends on Skype. Piles of books and scrap paper clutter my desk as I’m sitting alone in my black office chair with a towel draped on my legs. My grey lion's mane bunny, Zelda, sits comfortably on my lap; chewing on the towel every now and then. She’s sitting in a position so that my desk is covering most of her, so only her nose is visible.
As the Skype call of two or three people goes on in the background, Tumblr is open in Google Chrome as I search for jokes, funny stories, or pictures to send them. The sounds of laughter comes from my headphones when someone makes a joke or looks at a funny picture. There is constant transitioning of topics; from
As the Skype call of two or three people goes on in the background, Tumblr is open in Google Chrome as I search for jokes, funny stories, or pictures to send them. The sounds of laughter comes from my headphones when someone makes a joke or looks at a funny picture. There is constant transitioning of topics; from