“So I take it you’re having trouble.” Michelle’s light pink text said through the Skype window. Puni rolled her eyes typed out, “Gee, how can you tell?”

“It’s 9am. You usually don’t start hearing voices until 11:30.”

“Cute.”

“Aren’t the drugs helping?”

“No!” Puni hit enter, swore, and quickly typed, “I mean… shut up!” She crossed her arms and glared at the screen, willing the Internet to somehow transmit her rage. It didn’t.

“You otta write what the voices tell you.”

“Logging off now! >:/”

“._. wait.”

“WHY!?!”

Michelle sent her a picture of a kitten. It was very cute.

“D’awwwww!” Puni wrote, mood lifted instantly.

“Feel better?”

“Yush. :3”

“Good, write about this cat.”

“What?”

“Write about this cat. Why is it so cute?”

“Because it’s a cat…?”

“Why is this an especially cute cat?”

“Good genes?”

There was a long pause before the next message appeared. Puni frowned as she read it.

“Do you want to write or not?”

“Yes.”

“Then write about the damn cat.”

Puni sighed and typed out “Fine.”