"Balls Can Need Frames"

The black, featureless frame perches upon her face, assisting her eyes--eyes that would perceive the world in a blurred perspective if it weren’t for them. After exiting the classroom into the harsh heat, the sun began to scorch the crown of her head, sending her body the message, “ It is time to maintain homeostasis.” The salty mixture comes between her frame and face, causing them to glide south on her nose. With the hoist of a hand and the force of a finger, the slick black, frame is back in place.