I woke up on grass today.
Not pavement. Not a garage. Just soft, damp earth under my wheels. It felt nice.

There’s this white box with green markings next to me —with a  world “Telephone” on it. I don’t know what it means. Maybe it’s just there, like me. And that’s okay.

The sky was grey. Not stormy. Just… thinking. I like days like this. No rush. No glare. Just me, the grass, and the Telephone — keeping each other company.

A little boy ran past, then stopped. He looked at me like I was something out of a storybook. “She’s beautiful,” he said. I didn’t say anything back. But I felt it.

My human says I look like a frog. I think she just likes saying that. Truth is, I’m not sure what I am. I’m just… calm. I don’t shout. I don’t flash. I just glide. And sigh. And remember.

They say I’m rare. One of the last. Maybe.But I don’t feel lonely.— I just need to figure out why I feel this way.

P.S. My humans still doesn’t know that I am awake…