Didn't say I listened.

[She rests her chin in her hand, sighing quietly.] Sounds about right, really. You know balls aren't typically cold, right?

Dreamt I was in a vent, trying to get away from something. First right, then left, then another arm altogether, one which shouldn't exist at all. Like a spider crawling down a net towards prey. Except, you know. I'm not a spider last I checked...