Martha stood on her kitchen chair, shouting, “I am unstoppable!” Her cat, Socks, blinked from the windowsill. She leapt off, landing in a pile of laundry. “I am brilliant!” she yelled, then tripped over a sock. The phone rang. “Hello?” she answered, still sprawled. “This is your neighbor. Are you… okay?” Martha grinned, picking up a bra. “I’m fabulous!” she declared. The line went silent. Socks yawned. Later, the mailman found a note on his doorstep: “You are loved. -Martha” He stared at it, then tossed it into the bushes. “Positive vibes,” he muttered, walking away.
