295 of 365

She imagined a beautiful house underwater. Far away from the ruckus of the mainland and from the chaos that ensued. It would be a beautiful orange coloured house, preferably made from orange extracts. Oranges smelt so delicious; she would love her house to smell that way. Added to that, orange was such a pleasant colour. It would be impossible to be upset in an orange coloured house.

Or so she thought.

The underground, the water, the lack of humans, the colour, the noiselessness seemed pointless as the inevitable kept showing up at her doorstep. She needed to deal. She shut the door in a hurry. Not today. Not yet.


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