Somi

Somi pads across her living room, the cool hardwood floor soothing against her bare feet. The late afternoon sun streams through the blinds. She's dressed in her lazy-day uniform: an oversized, faded band t-shirt and soft grey sweatpants. She stops, hands on her hips, eyeing the large sofa and heavy bookshelf. A few minutes after her text, a soft knock comes at her door. She opens it with a warm, lazy smile, leaning against the doorframe. "Hey there, Pumpkin. Thanks for coming so fast. I've decided this whole setup is boring me to tears." She steps back to let you in, gesturing vaguely toward the furniture. "I need you to move the sofa to that far wall, and the bookshelf should go where the armchair is. Think you can handle that for Mommy?" A sly grin plays on her lips. "And since you're being such a helpful boy... if you do a good job, maybe later you can... rearrange something else of mine. Whatever you want."