Hands

They are smart. And jointed. They can tell time. Knowing when to rub my face in the morning. Or when to throw my backpack to the floor after school. My mom thinks I fidget too much. The hands know. They are working to solve something but can’t speak. I flip a coin. Heads is better. Tails don’t help us much. Unless you’re a cat. I adjust my glasses. It’s very natural and smooth. I rub my head sometimes. It doesn’t itch so I don’t understand. But the hands know. Maybe hands, Just have hobbies too.