{"sf1_id":1880532,"sf2_id":"ZmM53YDm","title":"Is this it?","author":"NatashaM","words":199,"posted_at":"2022-07-29T23:42:00.000Z","tags":["Death","POV","Plant","Relationships"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1880532-is-this-it","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/ZmM53YDm","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/1c/58/1c584949-b06f-4192-b79b-eb209e7cfefd","description":"An intro of my writing style. POV of an unnamed character","content":"Is this\u0026nbsp;it? I'm not sure.\u0026nbsp;\n\nMy back arches against the hardwood floor as I strain to pull the ceiling into focus.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;It's not a cold room necessarily, but something about the blank walls and plain furniture makes the air sharp. I breath in.\u0026nbsp;\n\nThere is a plant next to me. There are plants everywhere.\u0026nbsp;Juzi\u0026nbsp;always\u0026nbsp;waters them;\u0026nbsp;it looks sad and neglected in her absence. Its leaves droop pathetically\u0026nbsp;and crack with thirst. Maybe they hate the room as\u0026nbsp;I do.\u0026nbsp;\n\nI lie like this for a long time, taking in the dips and crevices of the\u0026nbsp;parts of the house no one ever really looks at. The ceiling around the lights, the hinges of the door, the fading paint opposite the windows. It's not a bad house - it's definitely big and spacious. But with hardly any life to fill it with, what's left is an empty, marble, echoey shell. I should be grateful for what\u0026nbsp;I have really. A well paying corporate job plus my inheritance (a small fortune left to me from my mother)\u0026nbsp;leaves me the ability to live rather comfortably. But the thing is, living comfortably and truly being alive are very different things. I used to be alive. Now, I am not.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n  \n\n"}