Journal

Amidst the dark, starless night sky, a mesmerizing shade of purple illuminated the surroundings casting an otherworldly glow over everything below. Duffy, preoccupied with his important work, did not once look up in the sky. His eyes fixated on the blank pages of the journal.

Each stroke that he made was an effort to hold onto his sanity, he wanted to remember his handwriting. It wasn't until he had written aimlessly for an hour and a half, the realization dawned on him that he had only two pages left.

He stopped writing in a moment of exhaustion as he lay down among the flowers. He fell into a deep slumber and found himself dreaming of her. When he saw her the thought of him comparing her to the flowers he saw earlier that day felt dubious. All the things he knew about beauty and wonder were called into question, his perception of beauty forever altered.

She was way more beautiful.