【自留】Fallen From Grace by V(32)

I don't know. A family of monsters live in a quaint cottage at the bottom of a crater. Who'd have guessed?
Cynicism aside, I keep munching the pie until barely crumbs are left. I feel a strange energy surging through my body. I want to meet everyone. I don't think I've ever felt so energetic in my life. I leave the damp, pastry caked spoon on the plate as I slide out from under the bedclothes and start hobbling for the door. My legs hurt, sure, but not enough to stop me leaving. Holding the plate in both arms, I shuffle the readily ajar door open, onto a long corridor. Wood-panelled floors, paintings on the walls, plants on shelves. I almost don't think about the strange lack of windows.