Today I’m gonna cook that chicken I forgot in the fridge for two days.

The cucumbers that I found today

seem to be more than perfect for the salad. I feel good

She scanned my two cucumbers with a lack of energy and a stupid look. I knew she hated Sundays, just
like I did. Maybe she also hated me today because I totally forgot to buy all of the ingredients for my
salad, so I came back again and again. This time was the forth. She was not really happy to see me even
when I first bought the tomatoes. She palpated them like two ill breasts, quickly scanned them and then
looked at me with scorn. She was just as old as me, but she never wore pink on Sundays. Anyway, I bet
she would look worse than a flamingo.

Third person omniscient: Adv: You can hop around from character to another character.

Third person limited: You’re stuck with their minds

Camera eye: You’re just the camera. Camera can not feel anything.

Amy kept sucking her finger and looked out the window, for what seemed to be almost two hours. What
seemed to be a meditative state or a lucid dream was interrupted when her mother opened the door
and yelled at her, for never tidying up her room. She did not move. Her doll sat near her, having all of
the hair cut off. It was a bald doll, just like the rest of the other six in the room. All of them were
meticulously placed in different places, similar to the way in which actors were always aware of the
space they occupied on a stage. The dolls also could have moved this week, but Amy gave up playing
with them after she made them hairless last Monday.