Feeling Anxious
"Wah! This is crazy."
Grace announced as she dropped on the grass covered ground and stared at the beautiful clear sky above. The warm sunlight and the soft, cool breeze were the perfect combination to enjoy the weather.
"This place will feel like heaven once apocalypse will arrive." She murmured as she kept her gaze fixed on the sky. Right at that moment, she heard the fluttering sound of wings before a familiar voice registered in her ear.
"You need to work harder to keep this place a heaven."
She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. Seconds later, she finally opened them and moved to a sitting position, turning to face the little creature. "Can you not speak like I have not been working tirelessly for the past three days?"
"Three hours." 2025 returned in a monotone.