Stereotypes: A Short Story

The moment I feel the most at home is when I’m in my house, on my computer talking with my friends on Skype. Piles of books and scrap paper clutter my desk as I’m sitting alone in my black office chair with a towel draped on my legs. My grey lion's mane bunny, Zelda, sits comfortably on my lap; chewing on the towel every now and then. She’s sitting in a position so that my desk is covering most of her, so only her nose is visible.
As the Skype call of two or three people goes on in the background, Tumblr is open in Google Chrome as I search for jokes, funny stories, or pictures to send them. The sounds of laughter comes from my headphones when someone makes a joke or looks at a funny picture. There is constant transitioning of topics; from
video games to tv shows.
The Skype call usually contains a group of two or three other friends in a single call, not too many so that it’s near impossible to distinguish who’s talking, but not too few so that there aren’t any awkward silences. At the moment I was feeling very happy as someone just showed the rest of the group a funny comic.
The moment was significant, because I was surrounded by friends who were all laughing and having a good time making jokes and sharing funny internet images.