Our faces, comparable to a silky butterfly, and rugged moth similar, but different. The eyes, staring into Claire’s eyes, like being launched into the sky blue with a fluff of clouds. Hair gold, shiny like the sunlight beaming against the pale skin, giving off healthy tan. Claire’s hair changed to a color so luminous, so vivid, like the sun swaddled it like a flower planted, trying to soak up the light.

Our personalities, entertaining yet serious. Claire detaches from her sanity, one joke made, and chuckles swarm around the room. After, she’s more serious, like the prank never occured, like nobody is sitting there with teary eyes, still holding back a smile.