I am sitting on the floor in the corner of an unfamiliar living room.

My younger-self is sitting on the couch watching TV.

I think she is me around 8-years-old.

Her hair is chin-length and light.

She notices me.

She walks over, and bluntly says, "You look cornered."

(Yes. I am sitting in a corner.)

I don't respond, but I begin to cry.

"I've found love." she assures me.

I cry harder.

She is called away by someone and bounces out of the room.