Pamela came out of the bathroom a few minutes later. Evee nosed around my shoulder. "Oh." Pamela stood by and looked at me, and I simply turned to face her, my cheek still in the carpet. "You know, it's really irritating to talk to you when you're like this."
Without moving my head, I looked at the tips of my toes, the wall right in front of me, then her. "I'm sorry."
Pamela started to walk away. "It's fine. It's just--" She stopped to look down at me. "I'll just talk to you later," she decided. She started to make her way to her room, and I stretched out an arm in her direction.
I cleared my throat. She stopped.
"Yes?" she asked.
"Are you mad at me?"
Pamela looked a little irritated but she contained it. "No. I'm not mad at you."
I pulled my arm back to my side. "Okay."
Photo via Gemma Correll tumblr.