felt like one too. Nothing seemed to help her distressed state, so she stopped worrying about appearance altogether.
Downstairs, between crooked walls and stained floors, an aroma of fresh coffee lingered in the air as her mother was making coffee in white-noise silence. Memories flooded Juliet‘s head about how she used to have actual food for breakfast and how she used to eat it in a sunny kitchen whilst having an actual conversation with her birth giver, but now, it seemed like a memory from a past life. There was no sun, everything was blue. Mother didn‘t talk anymore. She just handed Juliet a cup of coffee every morning and left.
Outside the air had an ominous chill, you could make out perfectly the sound of owl huddled up high in the trees. Ravens squirmed and rats chattered. Dark clouds followed Juliet‘s path alongside her. At school, Juliet found herself in various peculiar situations. She was asked about the minuscule details of her morning, such as the quality of her morning coffee, or her walk to classes.