Humid, Lamp Post, and Satellite

The sundress her grandmother left her on the azure armchair cries out to be worm. She pictures how lovely it would fall below the knee with her hair scrunched up nicely. The weather has been so humid and would work perfectly for today..but..if only her grandmother were alive to see it.

He's there again..where we first met... leaning against the lamp post with that smiling coyly lassoing me in blindly, craving for his lips pressed against mine, my sisters husband.. if she knew about us..I'd fear the circumstances..what would happen to our family, the will? my children? I can't even fathom or even being to think of..

It's been ages since anyone has been near or close to the planet earth. Satellites circle above head as the stars shape shift creating constellations over the hour. Due to the rapid deterioration of our planet all living things and non living seem to have a mind of their own...their own traits.