Saw my failure in their response.

"You've lost weight… I love you."

Ate orange stuff, drank purple drank.

She carefully opened the well-intentioned presents.

Unnaturally crisp, and full of bubbles.

The difference between progress and novelty.

She plummeted three stories, finally awake.

Souls trapped under impermeable ego ceiling.

The water dried; high-diver wasn't told.