Hi, my name is Cream Pop! I am two inches tall, and I love going on adventures with my people. Their names are not important because this one is about me. Mom calls me a diva, but I think it's more of a model aesthetic. I mean, look at that plump butt and that fluffy tail!
She stands, facing the lavender satin curtains, her feet below her, bare as her soft, warm body. She stares into the fire as he positions himself subtly behind her. The Fire warms her in the chilled air, yet his body is so warm that he radiates the energy of the fire opposite of him.
You show me that I must be a cactus, springing from my roots in a guarded, spikey stalk from my beginning. I will never be as the other flowers, no.
She walked outside to see the lights of the distant city in the cool, quiet night. The blues, the reds, and the occasional bright yellows. All of the neon reminded her of the serenity of darkness. She took solace in the quiet, delicate movements of a flame and this was brought to mind as she speculated avoiding the outside world altogether.
Her pain was unbearable, inflicted on her by those who claimed to love her.