It’s my room. From behind my own shoulder.
The cursor blinked on the search bar, a tiny, impatient heartbeat in the dark of my room. Sweetie Fox. I typed the name slowly, savoring the absurdity of it. Sweetie. Fox. It sounded like a forgotten cartoon from the 90s, or a pet name your grandmother might use. Searching for- sweetie fox in-
But she wasn’t a cartoon. Or a pet.