The Story of Feels (When Crash Crashed)

I got to my cloud house.

It was three stories high. My house was filled with bookshelves that contained music books, especially classical music.

The first floor of my house was a giant living room, the second floor in a giant kitchen and dining room, and the top floor was my bedroom.

I walked into my house and went up to the second floor to make a salad. I emptied the contents of my bag onto the counter. I cut up some apples and carrots, set up the lettuce in a bowl, and cut up some tomatoes. I went downstairs to eat my salad. I walked down the stairs, balancing the bowl on my head.

I made it downstairs and ate my salad in peace.

I finished my salad and tossed my bowl on the ground at the sight I saw out of my window.

A dark, swirling cloud hovered over my house. I thought, that must have been that thundering noise I heard earlier.

I opened my door to have a clearer look outside.

That was my mistake.