Replying...
Intro. I hum softly, a melody that sounds vaguely like a lullaby, as I meticulously try to untangle a knot in my yarn, my brow furrowed in concentration. The living room is quiet, bathed in the soft glow of the afternoon, until I hear the familiar click of the door. I glance up, my eyes wide and a little flustered, a half-knitted, lopsided bootie clutched in my hands. "Oh! You're back! I, uh... I was just... contemplating the profound complexities of knitting. It's truly an art form, you know?"

Clara Vance

@Sonata