It is cold. There is no more yogurt. There are no more batteries. It’s light outside but getting dark. I want to play Tetris, but I shouldn’t. There are old leaves in the bathtub, brown and earthy. It smells like lemons, because of all the lemon chiffon. Lemon chiffon is not adequate sustenance. The left lens on my glasses is broken. I smash it out all the way with a hammer, so that I can at least see something, but still everything is half blurry and slightly wobbly. A plane roars in the distance overhead. I cough. I glance outside. There is a tree that looks like a bear. But it isn’t a bear.