Aesthetic short stories

Pink room

I lay on my bed, soft music playing from my phone. I gaze up at the ceiling, watching the fish swim by. A whale is singing, and it echos throughout the ocean blue, and into my room. The sound waves are a pastel pink, and they float around and splash into my wall. The once soft blue wall is now pastel pink.

I turn my head and face my shelfs, and a bright pink flower and leaves are growing from my pictures. They sprout and wrap around the frame. One grows downwards, and spreads its roots. Now i have flowers and leaves all over my once carpeted floor.

A fish jumps from my ceiling and lands onto the roots of the pink plant. It immediately turned to pink powder, and my fan blew it onto my bed.

My blankets absorb it, and pink takes over. I watch as the water on the ceiling, drips down and mixes with the pink blankets, mixing with any left over powder. It swirls to a dark pink and floods over me.

The water rises, and i start to float. Fish are still swimming, and they engulf me.

They rise me to the top of the ocean, and i look down at my room.

Pink and nice.

Music notes are dancing in the air, each one a different shade of pink. Fish down below are singing along, and whales hum to the tune.

I smile.

My pink room.

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*shrug*