The eyelid of the sky opened and the morning light revealed the sheer nothingness that was surrounding the house. There was no colour, just brown. A dark muddy brown. An endless field with no barriers stretched further than the eye could see. As the light hit the huge black bubble it unravelled like a rose opening in the morning. The house was just visible; as it was painted to match the mud-to hide the house from unwanted visitors. It lay no shadow as to not give away it’s positioning to prowling eyes.
Inside the large mysterious Victorian house, Opal slowly appeared from her room. Lightly knocking on the opposite door, she started speaking without reply but confident Tear was up. The other door opened immediately, as if Tear had been waiting for Opal.
After Tear made breakfast, the two sat down to eat. Opal kept babbling mindlessly until she got to something Tear wanted to listen to. She carefully listened to Opal, before Opal moved on in her sleep clouded chatter.
As she practically force fed Opal her breakfast, Tear thought over Opal’s words. Opal had said that the voice sounded confident, like it was on its own territory, not theirs.
Slowly Opal gained control of herself and turned to Tear, “Sorry, morning nonsense, fine now though.”
After a few seconds Tear replied, “Opal you’re right, for once in your life you’ve said something that actually helps!”
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