With unruly ginger hair, clothes that were so big they dragged along the ground whenever she walked, and never wearing shoes, she not only appeared, but was, slightly off her rocker.

This made it no surprise when nobody near the desert camping site came to help her after she claimed she found a baby seal. In fact, it seemed there was no one even in the dessert with her. So she sat near the baby seal and reached out to slowly pet the top of its head.

“Seal,” Kizzy began as she now rubbed its belly, “you and me are so very similar.” Kizzy sighed and looked up to meet the baby seal’s eyes. “Trapped in this desert, alone and far from home, but knowing that we have no home and will mabye always be alone.”

To Kizzy, this was true, she had a house though it never felt like home, and she was always alone watching the world from a distance as everyone blocked her out.

Kizzy continued to pet and comfort the little seal for minutes, which turned to hours, which turned to days. She’d just lay there, in the hot desert sand comforting a pile of sand that through her eyes, was a baby seal— or mabye a friend who didn’t judge or question her, a friend who understood— and the only friend who seemed willing to try and understand Kizzy was just an illusion.