Who: Gretel + Zhari
Where: Downtown, unspecific.
When: Early, early morning.
What: Gretel eats granola, talks to birds, considers the entertainment value of an identity crisis. It's been a hard week.
There was quite probably, if not certainly, a word for the experience of sitting outside at four AM, too tired to sleep and too sleepy to hide it, eating homemade granola out of a paper cone you rolled out of a newspaper that referenced you getting stabbed during lunch at school.
( Gretel was fairly certain it wasn't a *happy* word, like 'giraffe.' )