Living inside a walnut-sized brain, every thought feels like an echo through a crowded subway.
"Wouldn't an acorn latte taste good?" she mused on a Monday that felt too much like a Thursday.

Once, a telepathic chipmunk named Barry tried to sell her insurance.
"It's a nutty world out there," he thought, visibly shivering in the cold breeze.
"But I have a plan," he added, not really convincing anyone.

Computers? Overrated. The real technology is in sharing consciousness with a pal over dinner.
"Do you remember that time we almost got eaten by a cat?" she pondered, her thoughts drifting.
"Which time?" he replied silently, as if echoing her own doubts.