I browsed the shelves of the bead shop I was in.

So much had happened in the past few weeks; it was crazy. After luckily getting my paycheck (finally), I could finally breathe again. I paid the rent, the bills and everything, and had a couple hundred dollars left over. I went on a shopping spree and busted a hundred bucks. But it wasn't the shopping spree that was the highlight of the that week. It wasn't even the paycheck. It was after I came home from my shopping spree. Upon the sight, I dropped my bags and stood, gaping.

There was a butterfly flying around my lantern.

[ to be continued... ]