She lived on the plains. She has always lived on the plains. To her, the darkness was oppressive. She would always open the blinds and then open the windows and let the fresh air come in. It messed up my vision. Made it difficult to see my interface console. The cold breeze would bring a shiver over my body. She always called me "cave dweller" like that was a bad thing.
But, now, I open the windows and the blinds. It makes me feel like she is still here. Embracing the cold fresh air and the constant gray skies brings the visage of her beauty back into my mind. How I long for her complaints of my cave dwelling origins.
This is a story that my mind created about a feeling in my heart. Do not take this as reality other than the feelings. The feelings are real, but the names have been changed to protect the innocent. ;-)
