His eyes were watering.
His arms were shaking and his knees were trembling.
He told me another lie.
Blood started seeping from his mouth as I raised my hand to slap him.
His eyes contorted out of their sockets and when I slapped him, they fell to the ground and sprouted flowers.
Paint was oozing out of his eyes as his nose turned into a butterfly.
The ground below roared.
"I'm hungry" it said and swallowed him whole.
I was left with an apple in his wake.
It grew into a tall tower, over 50 feet into the sky.
I climbed the tower to find nothing.
I jumped down.
The tower bent down to me.
"Are you thirsty?"
It nodded.
I bit my arm and water started flowing.
The tower collapsed into the stream.
"Goodbye my arms" I said as I twisted them off.
I grew wings.
I took to the sky.
The clouds smelled like fried eggs, but they had a bittersweet taste.
I got back to the ground.
The flowers on the field all turned to plastic.
"That's not right"
I cut them all off.
My hands were dry.
"Water"
The flowers started sprinkling me.
"It's closing time, you have to leave now, miss." Said the waiter.
"Oh." She answered.
"Excuse us for our bluntness. Take this bag of biscuits as our apology." He said.
"Oh thank you!" She answered. She joyfully took the bag of cookies and put it in her backpack. She closed her tiny notebook and left the café.
The sky turned green.
The lilies were standing on the top of the house, void of emotions.
A crane lifted them into the sky, then turned to dust.
She was on top of her apartament, crushing the cookies she got, then sprinkling them down from above. Her tiny notebook was open, with her pen in the center.
Butterflies emerged from the ground and they started whipping the air with their wings.
Before she knew it, they turned into raindrops.
It must be time now.
The sky turned yellow.
Bandages started falling from the sky.
It must be time.
She dropped dead on the floor.
She closed her notebook.
"I hope it all goes away someday."
