In all her years eating the alphabet cereal with all the little marshmallows in it, she’d only seen one word. The word “couch” spelled clear as day, two summers ago, in her one bedroom apartment.

The weird part was that that day she was eating on the couch. She always ate at the table, but not on the day that the cereal said “couch.”

Today a new word appeared; the word “liar.” And suddenly she had a mistrust of everyone.