Esme lays on her back, her head resting upon the thick layer of grass surrounding the perimeter of her house and miles beyond that. The greenery that the trees enforce burrow within her home and the rest of the world. She would much rather be on the small beach that expands behind her house, but she stays because of her Mother's wishes of a guest arriving later. Her Mother has left the tiny island they've been living on. It feels as if time passes like an endless hourglass. It's been a year of living in isolation away from others.