Starla sat at the stoop of the furniture store. Sunny sat with her, albeit not as quietly. Sunny bopped her heels on the street. Sunny cooed at the occasional snail that crept past. Sunny pointed out which clouds looked like Starla’s head.
“I must need new lenses or something." Starla tried to rub the crack in her glasses, before speaking on: "They just look like blobs of tuff and fluff to me.” .
“No, you don’t –” Sunny yawned. “– Sorry, what I meant was that it looks like you because of the rim of moonlight at the corner, like the horn rim of your –” The blonde yawned again, stretching on all fours like Corona before rolling back to two feet. “– Sorry, your glasses.”
“Nope, don’t see it.”
“Aw…” She let out another mute roar. She rested her head on her shoulders. She closed her eyes. Her lids flipped open. "Don't let me fall asleep!"