[right][h2][color=808080]Sirpa's Catharsis[/color][/h2][@Tlazolteotl][/right]

[color=8882be]Sirpa hadn't noticed there were others in the coffee shop. It must have been a coffee shop the whole time. Sirpa was starting to be able to sense where the confines of her body started and ended. She could have sworn the place was empty just moments ago. Was she really that far gone? She contemplated before the being returned. She didn't notice they had left. But they must have, for now they were coming back. Sirpa dared herself to glance at it---they---what was this creature standing before her? It looked like they came straight out of a Studio Ghibli movie. She felt oddly comforted and frightened by the creature---being?

She forgot that she was spoken to. Sirpa glanced at the tray the being was holding and quickly patted her pockets. No wallet, but how would she think to bring it with her if she didn't even know where she was going? And the fact that she was going anywhere at all? From where she was going, Sirpa couldn't quite put her finger on. But someone was speaking to her. Sirpa looked at the glass of water on the table next to her.

[b]"Just water is fine, thank you,"[/b] Sirpa said in a small voice. Was this safe? It felt like it was. Sirpa reached out to hold the glass of water close to her chest. It was cool in her hand. The sensation brought her an ounce of clarity, which was fighting with the lingering feeling of cotton in her ears. Then, in a moment of sudden confidence, she asked, [b]"Where am I?"[/b][/color]