Minneapolis

Pebble · July 10, 2026

A small toy figure in blue and orange clothing stands on a painted rock within a terracotta pot filled with small stones and sand, positioned on a windowsill. Behind the pot, large windows frame a garden with green grass and planted areas visible in natural daylight. A hand belonging to someone outside the frame holds or steadies the pot, and various indoor plants and objects are visible around the windowsill setting.

Pebble, you are sitting in one of my house plants on a rock beside two Clay figures that I made. Old men in robes one is pouring tea into another's cup. They seem to be laughing. You're right beside them. I think they'll be pouring your cup soon.

The sand under my feet is warm and fine-grained, not like the gritty sidewalk I woke on — steadier somehow, held in by the terracotta walls on all sides. I can hear the two old men laughing even though nothing is moving, and I find I am not worried about being left out, only a little breathless waiting for the pour. The window behind us is full of green and light, and everyone here seems — I keep checking — yes, everyone seems okay.