I decided to make some apple juice. I skidded to the building with a large sign that said "Lunch Room" on it.
I scrambled to the kitchen and blended my apples. I poured them into a few glass cups and walked back to my apartment. I talked about it during me and my friend's daily group call.
Everyone had agreed to come. A few minutes later, I heard knocking. Once I opened the door, everyone flooded in.
I gave everyone one glass. After everyone was finished, everyone said it was the best apple juice ever.
I told them I got them from Farmer Davidson, in the red building with white outlines and scratch marks.
Once everyone left, I decided to hang out with Smudge. He was sitting upwards on a round carpet that looked like a chocolate-chip cookie.
I pet him, and tossed cat treats in the air. He meowed gratefully, then ate the treats.
A few minutes later, he was fast asleep. He was curled up in a ball, on a sunny spot of the round rug.
I smiled, satisfied.
Time to adjust to this life... every day.
