Once upon a time there was a little girl who lived in a glass house.
She would stare into the outside world, but she wouldn't say a word, she was quiet like a mouse.
Yet she was happy and content with the silence. And in her house of glass, she didn't have to deal with sadness or violence.
Then one day came an evil storm, who didn't even care. He flew at the house like angry bees in a swarm, a little boy on a dare.
In a violent rage with maddening screams the little girl's house was shattered. That evil storm crushed the only world she ever knew. Her happiness and content lay around her, torn and tattered.
The silence she onced enjoyed is gone, but a new kind was there.
Now that little girl lives in a house made of madness and chaos, and an endless flow of tears.
But sometimes when the sun shines bright she remembers her house made of glass, and she falls to a peaceful sleep that night.
