"And I said "When I was little I was the ugliest little shit ever", And that's how I sold my soul to the Devil, The End."
The moon was high in the sky, half of the moon, and the room was full of dust, a little perfumed, it was hot, the summer heat was not so bad, Unlike modernity which would likely lead to the evolution of a new species of humans, this heat was acceptable.
"Ok, now all of you go to sleep."
You said, taking a wooden handled broom, again, teenage screams arose until each one went to bed. A sigh mixed with the hot air, your silhouette only visible in the moonlight passing through the oval blue tinted window in the middle of the room wall, rays casting a white light with pale colored rims on your black dress.
"Why did you do that?"
A baritone yet feminine voice. You look at her for a second, then you pick up the broom, she screams and runs to her bed like a cockroach.
...
"Is everything alright here?"
The sound of rolling wheels on a wooden floor ripped you out of your daydreams(nightdreams?).
"..."
Your arms crossed, one over the other, you looked him up and down, he looked at you too, but with less murderous intent.
"The girls all tucked up and ready for the sunshine, yes?"
He smiled, his crimson red-lipped smile (natural, the bitch) slowly falling as your answer looked so far away, like a withe egg on a green tropical island, between the pale yellow sand.
