Footsteps over various terrain.

By Sierra Dejesus-Joyner

I talk in my sleep, so I decided to record myself over a couple of nights. This is a collection of what I’ve found.

In a protest against my sister telling me not to play her instruments, I snuck into her room before she came home and played her ukulele. I don’t know how to play the instrument and it sounds down-right awful, but I’d like to think my nervous, clunky, and time sensitive strumming eventually became a C Major.