A girl runs through the woods. Her legs are throbbing with pain. The pain burns through her legs, not noticeable at first, but as she keeps running, the pain becomes unbearable, as it spreads through her body.

She stops, now out of breath. The girl breathes heavily, as she leans on a tree, exhausted from the running. After taking another deep breath, she looks on forward, where the amount of trees lessons. She’s almost out of the forest. She’s almost home.

The girl speeds through the forest, and into the town below the hills she was standing on. The lights from the small town shimmer in the darkness of twilight, creating a scene of beauty and peace.

Upon reaching her house, the girl collapses on her bed, and drifts quickly off to sleep. Exhaustion has taken over her small, weak body. She doesn’t have strength. She doesn’t have power. But she still goes on, always excited to see what will happen next.

The sky, which was painted a light blue before, darkens, as the sun leaves, painting the sky with darker colors. The girl sleeps through it. She wakes as the sun paints the sky with it’s bright yellows, oranges, and reds once again.

Yawning, she attempts to get out of her sleepy state. A new blank canvas stands ready outside at the porch. After taking a shower and freshening up, that is where she goes. Grabbing her paintbrush, she sets out to paint. The canvas is soon filled up with various colors. It was as if a unicorn had threw up a rainbow over the girl’s canvas. But really, the girl hadn’t thought about what she was painting. She simply painted what she saw. Nothing else.

Speedily finishing her painting, the girl wipes the sweat off her forehead. The sun is well at its height. She stands up, and walks a few paces back to admire her work. Another painting worth to sell.

The girl wraps the painting, and carefully puts the masterpiece in her backpack. Slinging her backpack over her shoulder, the girl seats herself on her bicycle, and begins the short journey to the small antiques shop.

The Small Antiques Shop, literally the name, is a small shop which sells antiques and other goods, as its name suggests. The name of the shop lacks originality and creativity, like most of the town does. In truth, it lacks imagination, the concept of thinking of things beyond the boundaries of the world we live in and what we perceive in this world.

Imagination is quite difficult to come by in this town. Everything here is perceived from the reality of the world. Everything is the way it is, because people can’t imagine their world to be better. These nice people always do good, because their minds can’t imagine bad. However, unconsciously, their actions create a better world. It’s an interesting concept, applying only to this plain world, as plain and bland as flour.

The girl arrives at the shop, hands the painting to the old woman who runs the shop, and leaves. She has more work to do, and more responsibilities she must take care of.

Entering her house, she begins the laundry. It’s not too much, since it’s just herself. But it drains energy quickly. She hangs her clothes on the clothes line, as they slowly begin to dry.

Next is the cooking. A simple dinner is waiting to be prepared, as is the norm for the girl. Just pasta. Simple macaroni and cheese. It tastes good. Like everything is in the world. Good. That’s all. Not great, not spectacular, not even amazing. Just good. Everything was good, as it would be, as it should be, for the next something centuries.