“What do you mean?”
Rot? Wasn’t that supposed to be impossible? Her realm was supposed to be the realm of dreams, and yet, here she was, telling me that it’s foundation was literally rotting. It felt as if someone had literally told me that the impossible had happened, that something that shouldn’t have been remotely possible, had happened.
Everything started to make sense.
And it didn’t even happen in a sudden manner. It happened slowly, and then altogether, the pieces fitting into place, to make the bigger picture visible. The sour aura that she was projecting started to make sense, for it was acceptable in such circumstances. Her home was busy rotting, and then I had just decided to show up, to intrude on the private moment that she had been having.
“It’s rotting away,
