"I can sing every lyric to an 80s pop song," she muttered to the empty room, "but I can't remember where I 'buried' my own life". It was as if her "small gray cells" were on a permanent coffee break.
Which were definitely not in her purse, despite her checking it twelve times. Ina Müller - Eichhörnchentag
Ina stood in the hallway, staring at a single leather boot. She knew she had two feet and, theoretically, two boots, but the second one had seemingly vanished into another dimension. This was the official start of an —a "Squirrel Day"—where her brain felt less like a high-powered processor and more like a handful of static. "I can sing every lyric to an 80s
She walked into the kitchen for the third time, stopped dead, and realized she had absolutely no idea why she was there. Ina stood in the hallway, staring at a single leather boot
It was a typical Squirrel Day: you lose everything, find half of what you weren't looking for, and eventually decide that if the car keys want to stay hidden, they’ve earned their privacy. Eichhörnchentag - song and lyrics by Ina Müller - Spotify