I'm stressed and blah and I need to sleep, so I thought I'd try to put myself in a better mood by doing some sort of short writing piece :) This is- obviously- really short, and- probably less obviously- inspired by my recent trip to London.
The Sun, her Royal Highness, was visiting that day, and the world was out in force to greet her. The flowers, painted specially by nature's loving hand, provided their masquerade, brighter and sweeter than that of any paint. They, the loving subjects, basked in warmth from their hero. Meanwhile, people were feasting and playing, celebrating in any way possible. No fancy clothes were needed to greet their patron; she radiated love onto bare skin and thin fabric alike.