Stuck on the puzzle

Buffalo milk and egg yolks

"What you up to, sunshine?" I mumble to myself as I get out of bed. It is a miserable Saturday morning and I got lots of homework to do. It's been raining the entire night and I couldn't sleep too well. I just fumbled around the flat, eating cookies and pizza. Yes. I did order pizza in the middle of the night. The delivery guy was like *are you drunk, you are home alone and you order pizza in the middle of the night*. Of course, I was generous with his tip. He really looked like he was going to call an ambulance for me.

I jump into the shower, half asleep. The sky is clearer now, although it is still cold outside. My doggy is scratching the door desperately. He needs to go out or something. Oh, yes. I got a dog. Thalia got it for me, I told her I love animals and she knows that I live alone and stuff. It might seem that me and Thalia are only friends. In fact, we are very good friends. She is kind of my mom, as she's 35. We don't talk a lot in the café, because she knows I like being alone; but if I have a good day at school or if I am in a great mood, she takes off her "lovely apron" and sits down in the other chair which is usually dusty and creaky and we talk as if that's what we do everyday. She is an interesting person, I swear. I asked her once why she didn't remarry. She said that Ryan, her son, wouldn't be prepared for the adoption of a fake father. She kept laughing about it, though I did not find it so funny...

I dress an oversized tee that says: Holden Caulfield thinks you're a phony. For the record, Holden is my dream boy, my great love of all times, the guy who has no idea I exist, but whom I desperately fall for everyday. He's also fictional. He's the catcher in the rye. I am proud of being called Phoebe. In the book, Phoebe is Holden's sister. Nobody, except the people I convinced to read the book, ever noticed the name connection. Pretty disappointed in humanity for that, but I got over it. I put on my black jeans, a pair of converse and stick my hair up in a messy bun. A few shorter hair strands embrace my face in a nice way. I put Ben in a leash, pick up my iPod and headphones, my phone, the keys and some money and get into the elevator.

"Maaaaan, you really need to pee, don't ya?" I look down at the fluff ball that scratches anxiously at the elevator's doors. Poor, black poodle. He's only 6 months old. You still can't see the difference between his butt and his head. Fortunately, he learnt fast that outside, on the grass, the relief of the personal needs is encouraged by humanity. Meaning by me.

We go for a walk together and many children stop to pet him and ask me questions like: 'what's its name', 'is it a boy or a girl' , 'what breed is it', 'how old is it'. I really love that. Kids are way more interested in life than adults are. Mainly, all grown-ups try to shove away their kids from dogs in general. They are the ones afraid. Once, me and Benny were walking down the street and a child started screaming to his mom that the dog will bite him. I kindly explained him that Ben is friendly and I showed him where to pet it and all, but all he did was stare blankly at us and say: "Mom says they can kill me. Why doesn't it kill you?" My heart broke. How on earth could anyone say something like that to a child? The kid was around six. I told him: "If you keep believing everything adults say, that'll kill you, trust me". I just picked fluffy-ball Ben up and walked away. I am sorry for the poor child. He's dead already.

We returned to the flat and cuddled a bit. Luckily, he's still a cub, so he falls asleep whenever you like him to. I swear, it's awkward. I leave for school every morning and I find him sleeping. This is the case as well. After fetching the ball around in the living room, i put him in his basket and pet him until he fell asleep. Than I refilled his food and water supplies, picked up all my notebooks and pencils and textbooks and started for Fifi's.

"Got out of the house, have ya? On such a rainy day! Well, you are the real mvp, sweetie!" Thalia greets me with her evergreen smile.

"Sure I have! By the way, do you know what a mvp is?" I ask occupying my seat.