Mrs.O's writing room.

We blossom and flourish like leaves on the tree, then wither and perish, but naught changeth thee. Hello assassins Did you sleep well? Did you dream sweet dreams? Of flower petals and beautiful meadows? Of children's laughter and cheerful celebrations? Did you lay your head on your pillow and stretch your feet? Did you yawn and seek a comfortable position, grateful for a job well done?