Concert

Cookie's standpoint

   I stretched on my limbs as I stood on my toes, I was in my room doing my morning exercise, very, very essential. I bent backward, bending my body until my head touched my ankle. Someone knocked on my door that moment, I twisted my body and stood on my hands, my legs far apart. 'Come in,' the door opened slightly, Yolanda stuck her head inside. 'Hi Lan, what's up?'

   'Good morning,' she greeted.

   'Morning, butter berry, did you sleep well?'

   'Yes…? What are you doing?'

   'Stretching,'

   'Why?' She asked, sitting on my bed.

   'I'm a gymnast