Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

Push up the pull tab, Push. The smell of fruit rubs my nostrils.

I swallowed Kupipipi down. Cold, grains of orange descend down my throat like a jet coaster.

Yeah, refreshing! What a drink after exercise.

The people are entering a substitute dance.

I'm tired. It's good to be young.

No, I'm young, too. The song turns into a slow tempo song again.

Everyone looks happy with a smile. It's pretty much snuggled up with that combination.

Blue skies are blue as they cheer.

But if this was a dance in a storm, the anomaly wouldn't be the norm...

Weather is important, after all. Yeah.