Anemone was in her favourite place in Destiny City: A Greenhouse in the East District of the City. She remembered the route there easily because after she got past the park near the Spectre House, she walked down the street until she past a bright yellow sign. It was in the shape of an M, and inside they sold food. She found that she didn't like the food they served there, with exception to the frosty treats. They didn't have a strong scent to them, unlike the hamburgers, but they absolutely melted in her mouth.
It might have only been April but that didn't stop her. She had picked one up on her way to the Greenhouse, screaming "ICE CREAM" at the poor employee. At least she hadn't thrown the money at them. At least not this time. She found that since it wasn't really cold anymore that the ice cream was pleasant enough to eat without it melting all over her hands. It certainly made the trip nicer, bringing the flavour of summer to her tongue.
From there, it was a left turn. Or was it a right turn? Anemone might have walked around a few times until she spotted a sign that said SAME DAY DRY CLEANING on it. She didn't know what it meant but she recognized it. It spoke to Anemone and it told her that this was the right way to go. It was a simple sidewalk with small stores lining the walls of the sidewalk, and they eventually lead Anemone to a set of stairs.
A bar protected the side of the stairs so that old ladies did not trip and fall over the side, nor idiots fall over the edge into the ditch because they totally thought they could make it. It was coated in black paint that was mostly chipping away and Anemone could feel the rough texture against her hand as she slid it down along it. Did she need the bar? Was she about to fall down? Nah, she didn't need it. She was capable of walking down a set of stairs.
At the bottom was a park, and just past the park was the Greenhouse. She had made it there safely, and as she recalled the trip she looked outside at the trees that surrounded the glass walls. They weren't in bloom yet but Anemone suspected they would be as pretty as they were last year when she had visited. For now, she would have to enjoy all that the Greenhouse had to offer her.
The sight that was offered to her from the various plants.
The smells that enveloped her nose as she got close to the more fragrant of flowers.
The feelings of thorns as she brushed against the roses.
The sound of birds chirping outside.
The taste of the ice cream on her tongue.
It was a good day. It was always a good day when she filled her senses with the Greenhouse.
