During an unknown point in time, there was a small group of six friends. No one knows the name of these friends or where they lived. All that is known is that they lived the same day everyday.
On that day they lived, everyone was happy, it was too perfect to not be. None of the six friends kept track of how many times they relived the one day, but all of them were beginning to lose interest in the upcoming days.
On one of their many days, one of the friends accidentally voiced their disinterest in the life all of them were living. The others spoke up and agreed that they felt the same. None of them had wished to bring the topic up, fearing they would ruin their "perfect" day.
The small group of friends decided that they would try something new that they had never done before. They were going to explore more of the land they lived on. All they had previously explored was the beach, the hill their house is on, and a small portion of the jungle. No one dared to go further, again, fearing it would ruin their "perfect" day.
Now that everyone was in agreement, the six friends felt a feeling they hadn't felt in a while. They felt excited for tomorrow.
As soon as the sun rose, the group left the home they had been in for as long as they could remember. It was slightly difficult for a few, but their desire for a new day was enough to keep their feet moving.
When the six friends journeyed further than they ever had, they felt an odd weight lift off of their shoulders. After feeling this, somehow, they knew that they made the right decision.
It is not known how long they explored or where they went, but it is believed that they lived many truly perfect days, days that they could never forget no matter how "imperfect" others may think.
A/N: Sorry this is so short, I just had this small idea and wanted to see where it would go if I wrote it. I hope you enjoyed it! :D
