On a cold crisp morning, as the sun had only slightly risen from the horizon, a little girl sat on the highest hill where the daisies grow. She held a clay cup that she seldom took a sip from, she didn't enjoy the taste very much, but to quell the little cold she had procured, she must take sips, to her dismay. She heard footsteps coming in from the right of her, she sat their idle, knowing who it was. The figure walked up 2 feet to her side, and sat down with her. “The sky’s beautiful today” the figure said with a faint smile.
“Beautiful…” she chuckled “we’re lucky if we’ll ever see the sun again”
Clouds were surrounding the sun at the moment, slowly closing in on it to block out all its heavenly light.
“If so, you better savor the moment”
“Hard to do when drinking this accursed fluid”
“Be grateful, it’ll let you savor life a bit longer”
“I’m not dying, I just acquired a l