Drizzling laughter drenches my face sympathetically, while the weeping willow comforts my shaky soul.

Are you also frightened? Are you all so frightened?

The plentiful pockets of the earth provide haven, heaven. Beetles and spiders season the mossy floor, ticking my mother’s velvet face. I trim her hair and facet a healthy house. Bead lights shimmer down from the moon canopy and gently awaken my seven innocent senses.