The Elevator - Part 1/2 (Short)
She stood in her dilapidated hallway, dripping rain onto the frayed and faded doormat, mimicking the oil-drip stains that caked the walls of her studio. An unlabeled, orange envelope was clutched in her hands as she stared down, confused.
The sky was turning pink and orange and purple again, it was her favourite time of day. As she made it to the top of her tree, she watched the colours swirl and kiss the clouds, always in awe of the beauty she got to witness every day.