From the day
Perspective: The Teenager · Tactile
I’m slouching on the sofa, the rough corduroy of my OP shorts itching against my legs while Billy Joel blasts from the radio. My little sister is acting totally obsessed, clutching that lumpy **Cabbage Patch Kid** like it’s actually alive; the weird, vanilla-scented vinyl of its face feels so creepy compared to the soft yarn hair. It’s awesome that Strawberry is finally crushing it for the Mets, but honestly, I’m just trying to ignore her and get this denim jacket broken in. The stiff, heavy cotton smells like a brand-new mall, and I’ve got to keep it on until the fabric stops fighting me.