How deep is your belly button in cm
It is 12pm. I am sitting at my kitchen table, nursing a late coffee, a bitter but welcoming smell fills the air and dances with that of French vanilla. I am hungry, waiting for my lunch in the form of leftover spaghetti from last nights dinner that purposely was made to be too much. The microwave is buzzing in the background, I am checking the notifications on my phone of my socials to pass the time. Then I see it. My mind reels. I have so many questions. Is this a joke I am unaware of? Something I’ve been missing due to my uncertain hiatus? Is this a fandom thing? A group thing? An individual thing? Am I tangled in a unlikely fetish of belly buttons and the depth they contain? Is inches only but a disgusting calculation? Was such a message meant for my eyes? And how in the world is such an endeavor gone about? Anonymity. This is the true form of anonymity. And I was a witness to it but also a victim of its curious nature. Coffee gradually cooling. Microwave beeping impatiently. Thoughts bordering on deletion and ignorance but also numbers and rulers. Indecisive. I am only human, after all...
But it’s 4 1/2 cm, I guess.
