Danse

"creak...creak" You can hear the wood groaning under the weight set upon it as Lily paced nervously back and forth. What was the unsettle twenty-two-year-old so nervous about? Could it possibly be the cold hard snow banging on her window in the middle of Summer? Possibly the crowding mobs of people that demanded the famous oligarchy to step in for the lack of food and fights over scarcely limited land that was somewhat habitable? Or possibly the oceans causing a ruckus due to the lack of the Earth spinning like normal? Well, all of these are extremely stress inducing but, as if the brunette wasn't stressed enough, there was the problem of; she was one of the people who had to fix it.