Homestesque

The sun is shining. The grass flows gently in waves of calming caress. The sun's light glares opalescently off of the eggshell townhouses that encase the quiet cul-de-sac. And, as an added bonus, the sound of wind chimes echoes across the complex, a siren song to a weary traveler, looking for a patch of green ecstasy to lie upon, and drift away to a land of blissful ignorance. This is a ballad sung by none other than lady Serenity herself, breaking the shadowy gloom of a scalding summer's day with her crystalline voice.

What a great day to stay in a musky bedroom for hours and play video games!