Giggles filled the once quiet air. Our eyes darted to the door as our housemates stumbled through. My lips turned down in disapproval as I studied them. They were all staggering, their words a jumbled mess of nonsense. He sighed before a soft curse tumbled from his lips. Glancing at each other, we decided to help them to their rooms. Setting my cup down, I silently mourned the loss of the once peaceful atmosphere.
My touch was gentle but firm as I guided one of my friends to the bathroom. I helped them strip out of their clothing from the previous day. Drawing a bath, I softly ordered them to stay put. My footsteps were nearly silent as I glided to their room. It only took a moment to gather their sleepwear. The bath was nearly ready when I returned. My friend's doleful eyes stared up at me, watching as I fussed with some stuff. Once bathed and clothed, I led my friend to their room. It did not take very long for them to fall asleep. With a faint smile, I drew the curtains closed and turned their lights off. Once again, the atmosphere was tranquil. My eyes closed as I relaxed in the warm sunlight. My eyes gazed out the window at the trees swaying in the breeze. The mountain range in front of me encouraged my smile to widen.
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Kalopsia
Short StoryKalopsia (Pronounced ka-lop-sE-a): noun. The delusion of things being more beautiful than they really are. The world around us is changed by our perception. There are things our eyes simply cannot perceive and so we do not see them. Our brains some...
