Sweaty Family

In the morning, you eat breakfast in the beige kitchen. It's Saturday. You ride your bike to a shopping center five miles away. You go in every store including the mattress place. An employee and her manager watch you because you've got no reason to be there.

There's nowhere to go. You sit in your room in your poorly constructed house. Your legs hang off the bed. You want to punch the glass out of your crooked window, but the cost of fixing it would be too great for your sweaty family.