Azooga

She hung there, blood rushing to her head, and she was smiling. She wasn't smiling because she liked being hung by a rope on the top of the cielling, she was smiling because she was finally away from from the real world. Away from bills, traffic, work, bad weather, her nagging neighbors. She was finally alone, able to let herself be surrounded by thoughts. Am I going crazy? She thought to herself. Who cares if she was going nuts, she was free to herself! Then she started to sing, sing of happiness. The woman closed her eyes. She sang three songs from start to finish. She woke up when she felt something hit her head. "Ouch!" She looked down and saw that the floor was right in front of her. That doesn't make sense, the floor was just twenty feet below me. She began to wonder what could of caused the floor to do such a thing. She smiled, finally there was something supernatural going on! Happiness. As she continued to suppress happy thoughts, the floor came up a few more feet. She was beginning to feel cramped now. The floor shrinks when it senses happiness. The woman frowned. She couldn't be happy without being crushed to death. So from then on, she hung in silence, thinking about how she was forever doomed to a cramped space, hanging from the cielling in silence.

-Azooga-

I didn't really like it, and it isn't something that took me a long time. I just wrote it. And no...I don't usually write about depressing things.