I cry all the time.
I have broken out in a mysterious rash.
I falter.
I stare into the refrigerator.
What is that music?
The mirror has lost perspective.
I still can’t find the remote control.
There’s a scuffle in the street.
A breakage.
What is a six letter word for desuetude?
The weather in these parts is unpredictable.
I think I’m coming down with something serious.
The alarm won’t stop.
It’s 3.16 a.m.
What are you up to?