Yesterday, she woke up and couldn’t remember how to be herself. How did she do it the day before? Did she brush her teeth the first thing in the morning? She didn’t want to have coffee. Did she always start her day with coffee? She wanted some warm water. The skin on her lips are chapped. Some water please. This human business seems intriguing. She made light breakfast, ate half an apple and brought her computer and notes to bed with her. She circled the inside of her mouth in search for some taste. Nothing was there. Wait, a hint of sweetness? Is that it? Is that all there is?