I'm sitting on a tiny chair, in a tiny room, with a tiny teal horse talking to me. Or something. I'm not really paying attention; I'm too mentally busy doing pointless mental things such as wondering what crab ice cream would taste like. The tiny unicorn is chattering excitedly. She seems to think she's going to get answers, but I know better.
"Ohmygosh, are you a human?"
"No."
"Are you from another world?"
"No."
"Are you going to answer any questions?"
"No."
I feel like facepalming. But I have other things to do such as staring into space and thinking of sentences to write. The horse has started its chatter again. Aaaand it's another question.
"What is your name, anyway?"
Finally some sense or something resembling it. I wouldn't know; I'm not a tiny teal unicorn horse thing.
"My name? I'm not telling you what my name is, but you can call me Today. And today, I'll be going back now."
She has to give me just one more question.
"Are you coming back?"
"No."