[it's nice to imagine, all these things that she's never actively had in her life before. images moving on the tv, portraying a life she wishes had been hers, of no worries other than that the next weekend's activity to do with friends would be. to have had her life surrendered as some kind of sacrifice to forces beyond her understanding, little wanda would never have imagined that all paths would have led her to this—

no family, no friends to call her own, nothing normal the way the world is supposed to be, the way media portrays it to be.

and yet, matt sits here, indulging her with painting a picture of something that could fall under the category of normal. she has to imagine, of course, certain aspects of it, and she genuinely thinks that this, in particular, will give her something nice to occupy her mind when she is on her own, letting the day droll on.]

It does sound like a nice day.

[she curls her legs up, allowing herself to just rest here. she hates ever having to leave—she wishes these visits would be permanent. no, don't think about that right now.]

I've never been to Central Park. I only ever saw it on... Friends? Not my favorite sitcom, but I thought it would help me understand New York a little better when I first moved to America.