You come to consciousness on a Saturday morning in spring. As one usually does, you expect to feel your silk sheets caressing your bare form, but on this particular Saturday morning, you’ve woken up in your rooftop garden. Beautiful carnations, tulips, and roses surround you and you feel a bed of short grass pressing against your back. Sunlight filters through the boughs of your numerous overhanging pear and plum trees, warming your bare skin, and you smell the the scent of pollen and young spring life in the air. Eventually, you come to the decision to open your eyes.

(Hey, Y'all! Its been a while, but I'm gonna try and get back into this story, since I know you like it. As always, writing your own chapters is engouraged. Also, comment on any chapter you see where I've misspelled a word, because I'm writing this on mobile and autocorrect is a bitch! Everyone gets a free kiss from Mia because she loves you all!)